Shadows crossed my window one night
(trees across the path of a garden light)
I thought it was the Angel of Death
(though it might have been the wind)
and in the morning I heard
women wailing next door.
Tonight he was here again
but he knocked and went away.
I think it was his way of telling me
he'd be back for me one day.
(written in Jan 92)
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