Across a Great Wilderness Without You

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Across a Great Wilderness Without You
by Keetje Kuipers

The deer come out in the evening.
God bless them for not judging me,
I'm drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe
and make strange noises at them-
                                                  language,
if language can be a kind of crying.
The tin cans scattered in the meadow glow,
each

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