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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Arthur Russell



Knock, knock. The vestibule light goes dark.
Then, the porch light goes out too.

Behind the door
the scrape of a butane lighter wheel
and the little hiss of gas.

God is a shut in
who turns off the lights
to make you think no one is home
and then stands just inches away
in the dark, smoking a cigarette.