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Confession of a Luddite     by Nancy Eimers(28-hour power outage)It had been raining, and it would rain.
Without the streetlights tending them
trees turned into a forest,the houses had fallen back,
I found myself coveting old brass keys
to doors that are lostand the keys to my old typewriter
for like piano keys,
when you pressed themsomething pressed back.
Bill beside me, the two of us walked along
in an elder darkthough an oaf-ish light blared
in a couple of houses powered by the roar
of generators draining the darkas if it were a basement of water.
But dark was a folk art, dark was a primitive
science composing the very wetnessof bark.  No government
could have taken over0
so quietly.  Without newspapers or stars.Without the sounds of cars or shoes.
For a moment, nothing needed anything.
Every now and then we came upon candlesdeep in houses
and throwing a see-through light,
light that had no argumentwith the dark.
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