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poem for pastors

i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
i have to say good-night
in new york harbor
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
i know not where
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
their beautiful hair
thou unrelenting past
the swan existing
the meadow was creeping
for then without

 



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