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funeral poem

in and of itself
had he and i but met
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
with lips blood red and heart of stone
though i am little as all little things
i burn no incense
but alas, just dreams
by the rude bridge
when freedom from her mountain height
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
in new york harbor

 



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