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Nance Van Winckel Keep the Engine Running If only to be perched on a porch in twilight, some old woman with a glass of fresh gin. Not getting her fingerprints on these dials to the universe, which daily get tinier, taking in ever more minute measurements of minutia. Across the green screen an old-world crow goes cawing and laughing . . . . While someone's framing in a window, hurrying to get the glass smoothed quick over the abstinent one who's just stuck in a loud apocalyptic rock disk, slipped her flowers an aspirin, and checked the traps in the inner chambers, and so has missed the sound of what screeches up in her driveway and honks twice.