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One Night on Ninth West
the neighbor's windows are fire places, the pitch
of Mother's cry races our hearts and Mrs. Sobeck
stands near the curb her mouth like an O.
Sirens scream from two directions, the trucks
rumble like kettle drums. Epperson's dog barks forever.
In the morning, those stairs lead to a vanished door.
The girl who stood wrapped in a blanket moved to Portland.
Her children sleep undisturbed, her nights taste of smoke.
~Kevin Miller
Kevin lives in Tacoma, Washington. His two poetry collections, Everywhere Was Far, and Light That Whispers Morning are available from Amazon. Email.
© 1999 by Kevin Miller. All Rights Reserved.
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