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father poem

this is the arsenal
though i am little as all little things
sweet and strong
she might have known it in the earlier spring
soft as the bed in the earth
the stars fell from heaven
they in the darkness gather and ask
i know not where
musing, between the sunset and the dark
as a naked man i go

 



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