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The Earth Will Come Back From the Dead


ISSUE:  Autumn 1982

Down empty roads gray with rain;
through branches
of new leaves then still
more light than leaf;
from turning alone, unperceived, with its sleeping, the wind
the transfiguring wind
in their leaves . . .

from turning, slowly
turning, turning
green
when everyone is gone.

 

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