Do you notice anything different?
she says as he turnes
the book over
and over I

found it in the garden must have
slipped out of the bedroom
window during the night
maybe the cat pushed it
coming in he

continues turning the
book over in his hands
leafing through poetry
and discovers diagonally
across the ends of each
page a brown smudge
like a fingerprint on
a white birch I
sense rain
he says.

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