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Late Or Early

by Mary Wight

The wind is dropping, near
silence, except blood surging
through veins, a scrabble
behind the skirting.

A car thrums, coming closer,
someone else awake – late
or early for them I wonder,

travelling, as we all must,
through degrees of darkness,
aware that the far edge
of the map remains rolled.

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