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poem for dad

her face is fair and smooth and fine
since i have felt the sense of death
those black eyes i once so praised
risen from the dead
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
and so it goes
little gate was reached at last
a few more windy days
if it
as it
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
who will be naming the wind

 



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