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Rowdy in the narrow lanes 

            the moon among the trees 

                          promotes a guttural rustle 

that strikes the air upstairs, 

            grieves the stones. 

                          Under such a moon, 

light is music from the '50s, 

            Little Richard, Slim Harpo, 

                          the Platters 

blue notes in an erratic trajectory, 

            lunar rumpus 

                          in the woods. 





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