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FELLOWSHIP

Scattered through towns
like scarecrows,

these sects,
outpouring aegis.

Choirs hovering
by Acheron's currents,

their robes, drifting
and swishing.

By the door, a book
and a cup;

your thirst takes in water,
like holes.

      — Carolyn Smale