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Jason Webley
night
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A wind ripples along the leaves
Of the moon-paled aspen;
Some frightened thing slips from sight
Into a hissing forest of grasses.
Slowly from the bottom of the onyx pool
Silence uncoils,
Crushing each whisper into nothingness,
Smothering the wind.