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The half-stripped trees 
struck by a wind together, 
bending all, 
the leaves flutter drily 
and refuse to let go 
or driven like hail 
stream bitterly out to one side 
and fall 
where the salvias, hard carmine—
like no leaf that ever was— 
edge the bare garden. 


Submitted by Bob

Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 27 May 2012 2:39 PM | Viewed: 7505 times

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