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From Insistent Grace…

ANOTHER WORLD

After the guests have gone
The lights turned out

And wood heaped on the coals
The bright embers leaping to flame

Wind outside and the trees
Bowing to moonlight

Across the marsh a fox barks
And the dogs, foolish as city cops

On a dark country road
Take up their alarms

Knowing nothing
Of the wiles of their cousins

Or the ways of deer stepping from shadow
Into the threaded fields

That stitch their lives from woods to creek
As the creek stitches the moon to the river

You there asleep in the east
I know you dream of this

Waking to the thunk of another world
Tossed to your door