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funeral poem

in september
there's one that i once loved so much
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i am old and blind
therefore i may not
musing, between the sunset and the dark
i saw the first pear
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
tell me
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
over the river they beckon to me

 



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