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Nov 2021
Autumn is forgiving.
Its gentle gullet sways,
still as a water closet
withholding the wind.
Its nostrils flare
but never shudders.
Its brittle soil yields at first touch
It takes in tubers and roots
an enveloping kindness,
and lets the rain pour,
gushes into the all clear.
Antony Glaser
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Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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