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Where does he get
the patience to wait through the twilight, rocking
on his stomach in the break and surge,
head to the side as if he were sleeping? It’s freezing
in the afterglow when he finally rises on his one long ride home.
From The Dark Opens. Copyright 2007. Winner of the Autumn House Poetry Prize, selected by Mark Doty.