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Conversations With the Evening
1.
Bitter cold.
Zero.
Clear, clean
frozen snow.
2.
At night the red
sun rose over
the snowy city with
an old bit of
con-tail bent over
it in the sky like
a circumflex accent.
3.
Keep talking.
Oh, please
keep murmuring
lest I go to sleep.
Bitter cold.
Zero.
Clear, clean
frozen snow.
2.
At night the red
sun rose over
the snowy city with
an old bit of
con-tail bent over
it in the sky like
a circumflex accent.
3.
Keep talking.
Oh, please
keep murmuring
lest I go to sleep.
Published 12th Aug 2012
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