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The gathering family

throws shadows around us,

it is the late afternoon

of the family.

There is still enough light

to see all the way back,

but at the windows

that light is wasting away.

Soon we will be nothing

but silhouettes: the sons’

as harsh

as the fathers’.

Soon the daughters

will take off their aprons

as trees take off their leaves

for winter.

Let us eat quickly—

let us fill ourselves up.

the covers of the album are closing

behind us.