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NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an unfaltering           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.