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Gathering the relics of my words
of dust falling through cracks
like beating my wings in autumn
of ruffed grouse and memories
and the warmth of your breasts
as your lips fill my reverie

In love in our enchanted forest
reflecting of angels in the reeds
as the maples run the sap
of willows and fancy hats
now tied in yellow strings
in a shoebox with my spats

Gathering the relics of my words
with a photograph of you
and an old grouse bird  
of when we were young  
on a day ciders turn to wine
and the winds chimed

 

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