Nobody Home!
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Eric Cockrell
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newspaper clippings,
angels, and dust.
an old chair roaring silence,
rusted spoon, empty plate.
great piles of leaves,
blown by the wind....
hoarfrost on the windows,
a bulb without a shade.
water boiling on the stove...
nobody home!
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