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I am a long way from
home, and this is a poem

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about absences and separations.

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"Static."

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"The storm shakes out in sheets
against the darkening window.

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The glass flinches
under thrown hail.

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Unhinged, the television
slips its hold,

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streams into black and white and
silence as the lines go down.

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Her postcards stir on the
shelf tip over, the lights

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of Calais trip out one by one.

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He cannot tell her how the
geese skull back twilight,

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how the lighthouse walks
its beam across the trenches

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of the sea.

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He cannot tell her how the
open night swings like a door

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without her.

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How he is the lock,
and she is the key."

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