along the harbor where green sea goes gray on an autumn day as it’s turned half winter now in the sun and the pairs form of cold light and mannequins that mouth out with their frozen lips of something yet to come
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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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