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  1. Why do I love the sound of children's voices in unknown games
    So much on a summer's night,
    Lightning bugs lifting heavily out of the dry grass
    Like alien spacecraft looking for higher ground,
    Darkness beginning to sift like coffee grains

    over the neighborhood?

    Whunk of a ball being kicked,
    Surf-suck and surf-spill from traffic along the by-pass,
    American twilight,

    Venus just lit in the third heaven,

    Time-tick between "Okay, let's go," and "This earth is not my home."

    Why do I care about this? Whatever happens will happen
    With or without us,

    with or without these verbal amulets.

    In the first ply, in the heaven of the moon, a little light,
    Half-light, over Charlottesville.
    Trees reshape themselves, the swallows disappear, lawn sprinklers do the wave.

    Nevertheless, it's still summer: cicadas pump their boxes,
    Jack Russell terriers, as they say, start barking their heads off,
    And someone, somewhere, is putting his first foot, then the second,
    Down on the other side, no hand to help him,
    no tongue to wedge its weal.

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    2. Quasar
    3. bytor

      bytor

      no tongue to wedge its weal.

      Think of a 'tongue and groove' joint. A protrusion wedges into a recess. Kinda like a train's rails and wheels but it's more commonly used to identify a method of joining wood. In the poem it would translate to; "no safe guidance".

    4. Hellbent

      Hellbent

      bytor said:

      Think of a 'tongue and groove' joint. A protrusion wedges into a recess. Kinda like a train's rails and wheels but it's more commonly used to identify a method of joining wood. In the poem it would translate to; "no safe guidance".

      Beautiful, thank you Bytor! Smart lad, just the sort of thing that would impress the professor.

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