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prowling gray wolves with light’s absence
under Canis Major, cleaving the sky
with eyes aglow the rest disaster
nothing is quite like a summer night
fireflies landing on armadillos
an owl hooting at thieving raccoons
lovers unlocking doors with soft hands
nothing is quite like a summer night
under dark bridges, drunk men sleep
a lone woman sits, cigarette on lips
all subtlety lost in reflection
nothing is quite like a summer night