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Nov 2014
wind hums slow
passing over
sitting gently atop
the bent grass
yellow and dead
the wind
acts too late
to conjure ocean and sea
the ground is bare
and dead and
tired
Tired Colors
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Tired Colors  Brooklyn, New York
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