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February 1984


Autumn (the fall)


up for a visit

in the quiet peace of fall


but for the random memory

spoken aloud


thick underfoot


in red and gold

glorify the place of tears

vibrant in the sun

that shines

in cloudless sky

and glistens on

dark marble slabs



We had gone last fall to Picton to

see where Opa Ellen was buried

and to remember at his grave.


Each New Day A Miracle
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