You are late of autumn
& one after my own heart:
a penny for your thought.
The world will trend
the way it will under linden,
under juniper: I’ll always
think of you as I pretend
to eat the living air or pull
an origami swan out of nowhere
or out of someone’s ear.
--Date unknown
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Lovely stuff mate, this one is particularly fine.
'I see your figment at the train station
with our lives dragging behind
black pants like yours;
coat like one you'd wear now
but it's only me in a strange wanting,
no stranger to a stranger wanting.'
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