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Nov 2016
no smoke rising.



he said my name over, over

now he may be gone.



there is no smoke, just

mist rising, snow

in the distance.



quite cold, the car alarming.



there is no smoke rising

today, my name

is not repeated.



he may have gone.left

the wild wood

for sale.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
200
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