dogwood petals snow
well-worn paths to playing fields
seniors count last days
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moonset, and morning
—late again—rushes to catch
the last train, workbound
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heavy with the weight
of rain, leaves uncup their drops
new hats of newsprint
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streetlights
outshine
Orion
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coal lump falls, shirking
its sweater of clotted red thread
grey will hem it in
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