on his charcoal stick
the model's face...
waits
between the elm and sycamore
the ancient moon shows...
a new face
moon bright-- beaming light
washes away the stars... Saturn turns
around red Mars, and I am lost
in the search for hunters and bears
in heavy night air
the old man smiles...
into the west wind
between the cricket chirps
the midnight train...
rolls to Kankakee
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