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Burning Trash: A Poem

Burning Trash By John Updike At night—the light turned off, the filament Unburdened of its atom-eating charge, His wife asleep, her breathing dipping low To touch a swampy source—he thought of death. Her father’s hilltop home allowed him time To sense the nothing standing like a sheet Of speckless glass behind his human future. He […]
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