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fall poem

with the meek, brown eyes
some of the hurts you have cured
stir
why then, must we see?
above them all, looking down
could we but know
give me
the old west, the old time
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
when the hours of day are numbered
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
my mother taught me that every night

 



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