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autumn poem

i fill this cup
friend, whose smile has come to be
above them all, looking down
love has been sung a thousand ways
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
i burn no incense
roses and gold
little park that i pass through
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i am singing to you
full of tears

 



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