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thanksgiving poem

with joy and wonder
gone before us
glass-blower of time
my son is dead and i am going blind
why are the things that have no death
no prey am i of poor thoughts
i saw the clouds among the hills
friend, whose smile has come to be
beautiful
it tells of good old times
out of the deep and the dark
this ancient silver bowl of mine
the air is like a butterfly

 



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