Quarry

Now stray dogs have stomachs
Exploding with barks in nights.

Now is watchman born in night
His morning shadows chasing

Everyone’s shadows cornered
In a green aqua of quarry hole.

A woman baths in emptiness,
In a shadow of trusting truck.

We lean dizzily into hell-hole,
Green with old rain and frogs.

The hole was so full of shadow
We didn’t know it from night.

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