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November Lake
by Bruce Dethlefsen
my parents dead my wives unwed alone
I moved into the cottage by the cove
to watch november lake until it froze
the leaves had all but fallen from the trees
no crying of the loon no southern breeze
I'm free to be and do just what I please
there's no one left to make those second guesses
no one here to hear my sins confessed
and if I sneeze my sneeze remains unblessed
no food no drink no heat my hunger grows
the final gnawing question I suppose is
what noise makes a casket as it closes
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