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OUTSIDE
By Quentin Smith
Blood-flecks in the sky
Red lights on towers
Flash death-warning
Swords of stars
Crash silver blades
On black rocks.
Hard birds arc
Like bombs
Through the night
The wind drives
Against a tree
Like a truck
Without an anchor
A pole
Splashes in the dirt
The sky turns to a wave-crest
Flowing from distant orange suns
And the night breaks
Without a scream
Through the sinews
Of the Earth.
Written 1973, 1974, 2002.
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