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grandmother poem

looking beyond
when the hours of day are numbered
when i was a boy at college
a look is but a ray
with her hair flaying wildly
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
you are clear
the mountains they are silent folk
sadly speaking
love me at last, or if you will not
as evening falls
in new york harbor

 



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