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Two hares
candle-gaze through the dark.
Against the window glass,
rain trickles down,
wind blows.
A carpet of dying fragments
Each day replaced, collected,
Heaped, transformed.
In a year...green and yellow
To rich brown gold
How many loaves
For how many people
Over how many centuries
Have been baked in this oven?
Autumn flamed fingers
Hang dew-laden, dying
While plush torches of seed
Thrust up winter-proofed life
Old leather bound journals
Copperplate scripts
Lives pressed & preserved
Like moths, between covers
October morning…
Heavy clouds weep droplets
On a last rose
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