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thanksgiving poem

how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
days endeared to every muse
thou unrelenting past
i am a woman
from floor to ceiling
when i returned at sunset
all those treasures that lie
but alas, just dreams
that year
world that changes under my hand
burly, dozing humble-bee
last midnight

 



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