The leopard slugs are out tonight in Somerville. It seems to me that they are slightly out of season, but I was so happy to see them glimmering in the streetlight as I walked around the block for a break between bouts of catch-up work, I don't want to take it as a sign of global warming or further derangement of the biosphere. The half-moon above the trees was the warm color of old ivory. Notes toward a con report from Readercon tomorrow. Tonight, sleep.
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- 1: Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?
- 2: Make me a wreck as I come back and spare me as I'm going
- 3: Keeping time on the kingfisher's climb
- 4: Because brick-braided alleys make steep, sleeping valleys seem level and clear
- 5: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 6: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 7: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 8: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 9: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 10: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
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