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grandmother poem

my mother taught me that every night
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
looking beyond
the air is full of dawn and spring
see the tentative
when the hours of day are numbered
the meadow was creeping
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
be in me as the eternal moods
all down the years
along a river-side

 



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