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10/12/09
Shivering
From late April to this mid-October night, I've performed the ritual of sitting outdoors, On the spacious patio of this suburban restaurant.
Possibly, this is the last evening, till spring, That I'll be able to dine with the sky. All I know is that as I shiver,
I feel privy to the secrets of where creatures go When autumn calls, flowers shrivel, spiders die, Walls and ceilings bury me.
10/12/09
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