Entente
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Entente

The alien broke his toys.
This is new, he said.
Look, came a voice from the dark,
you can't stay here, we can't stay.

This is how they came to be alien.

August into September, they
surveyed the night forests from above.
Late autumn, they landed,
undisturbed, unnoticed.
It would be weeks before a footprint was found.

A boy and his dog, how '50s.
How late '80s/early '90s.
Could have been a dinosaur
had dinosaurs been smaller.

There was much rain in the midnight hours,
various interests and flooded footprints
left little time for speculations.
Homework and school, helicopter parents,
dog chained up to a railroad spike
in the corner of the yard.

               .   .   .

No toys of interest, the aliens bored,
who had seen the comet reversing from the Earth?
 . . . no one.
Two years later, a teenage girl would sit 
and pet the dog of evenings.
The boy, the porchlight off to discourage moths.

What new imprints the strangers had left
to alter the land
but a bizarre halfmemory from childhood.
Some base their lives on otherness.
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