Leaf and flower Have fallen in the windA petal gone The ocean never endsThe sea mist comes An unexpected guestAs even now The gray moon lingers westWhat little air Has blown with pure scentMy father gone The door from which he wentAs dust is dry …
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as fog hangs over the tops of buildings touched by limbs of bare-branched trees in awe I feel the autumn morning this winter in Manhattan
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