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5 lanDscape with Desire Next month maples along this lake will rage orange and scarlet. Firs we barely discern on that far shore will state their dark shapes, so we are torn between taking it all in from the porch and taking a swim. At night we pull on sweatshirts, lie down on the dock, heads nestled in life preservers, and wait for meteors to streak the August sky like runs in the blackest stocking against the whitest thigh. With each plummeting light, our voices rise like love cries, more urgent and louder than any solitary loon or coyote calling to its mate. Only we conflate longing and loss like this; only we wait. ...

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