December
       

Instead, there is an hour, a moment,
a slight fading of the light like a loss of power

in the neighborhood. Then it's dark. You can't see
the trees any more, the old snow, the dog that barks

from the door of his shed because it's night now
and time to be fed. Is he huddled now, over his paws?

—And one Canada goose so low in passing
above the barn you still hear the shadow.

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