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poem for dad

in september
the old songs
city that is not a city
friend, whose smile has come to be
i am fevered
birds against the april wind
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
she was a beauty in the days
it was a tall young oysterman
the sun is up
with joy and wonder
still thirteen years
there is no flock, however watched and tended
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam

 



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