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Apr 28
late to the day’s last light
seeding well beyond

these speeding windows
colors scrape unrestrained

a display
matching exactly

the leaves that still linger
with a tight fist

december clings
to such untouched things

all that is grey
will eventually give way

and deliver snow
but this we already know

when to hold on
and when to let go
Michael Sean Maloney
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Michael Sean Maloney  60/M/Japan
(60/M/Japan)   
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   Immortality
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