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First few stanzas of a really good poem by H. R. Webster via Guernica…

The hottest summer on record I couldn’t open the windows.

A stranger had sent flowers to my house with a note that read say thank you.

I walked from my car to my door like a snake oxbows

across the sandy road from dune to dune. Balanced a colander

full of silver spoons, a saucer of cat’s eyes, a matchbook

spreading a mouse trap’s jaw, a potted conifer

I trimmed with scissors made for a doll on the sill

so I would wake if someone broke the feeble lock.

I’ve always been a deep sleeper, though. Roused for a fire drill, …