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April 23, 2007
It Figures #37

Two in the Bush
Crouches
Down by the road,
Where I let the bushes go.

They grew thick
And taller than I
At the corner
Totally enclosing a section there
Dark, dense, and wooly.

And it is not clear
Whether Two in the Bush
Found it comfortable,
Or had somehow gotten trapped there.

You could see him as you walked by,
Parts of him;
Maybe an eye,
A flash of beard,
Or a rounded back.

He startled dogs
And children
And at night, we took extra care
to lock the door
On that side of the house.