The woman who was alone

The woman lay alone upon the grass;

the autumnal sky so grey,

the leaves of countless shades,

the ripe yellow apples bursting with mellowness,

about to fall;

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I am dust

Essentially

I am dust

as are you-

So are the particles,

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Chukor

He chuckled to the moonlit night

Barred, browned plump partidge;

He looked like a magistrate

who had taken a bribe, securely smug;

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The hills of home

Of my own salt, these hills are made

I am made of them

grey stone

red dust

black wash--

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Fledgling wings in summer

There was the bird that flew because its wings were young,

For it knew it could fly, no matter if its young wings were untried-

Fledgling wings of violet-blue, deep, deep wings

that flew against the waves, flew against the sky

and knew there was nothing to it,

Nothing new, to that old sensation of flight when

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