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life poem

she said
were it not for that singular smell
who will be naming the wind
the stars fell from heaven
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
up from the south at break of day
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
therefore i may not
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
when, full of warm and eager love

 



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