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A LATE WORK

Then the crows stopped conversing,
The angels stopped lecturing,
And there was a great silence
Broken only by a scraping.

Then there was only the scraping.
It lasted one half hour
After which I thought I heard
Myself trying to say
"I am lost."

           Donald Lev   10/15