father old pine on

path fallen the glacial cliffs

grow bright with morning

sometimes the clown sobs

fighting hell’s geometry

buckling at the knees
may the fallen leaves

outnumber your grievance

your tea warm to the taste
all I am I owe

to the man above and the 

girl upstairs asleep
summer greenery

billows into the night to

forgive each green leaf
sunrise eastside Dag

Hammaerskjold Plaza   weeping

cherries   springtime snow
old sun settles the

debts of Lowell   goodnight my

sad  blue angel friend
on dry grass wind the

sad songs of men echo from

fields   children at play


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