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Tom Hennen

Rain began quietly with the dark.
Cold water
Soaks the fur of wild things.
A smell of wet lumber is everywhere.
The night sways slightly
Tied to the dock.

—Tom Hennen, “Night near the Lake,” Darkness Sticks to Everything: Collected and New Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2013)

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