My late-night Hadas imitation:
Becky Adams
Fairy Tale, Come November
My dog tears across the neighbor's lawn
like wool yarn spinning
in Sleeping Beauty's castle
gleaming honey and rich dark nut
of the whirring wheel
under winter light
barking as if to say wake up wake up
we're here now
everything's all right.
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