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october morning
by Richard TrotterWorlds connected
by tired winter buses
run along fragile slate paths,
where street rain is pretty
running down the walls and statue
like the out of phase blood
of the fallen sky worms-
Look in the eyes
of the frightened stranger
and you will see them there. 03/16/2004 Posted on 03/16/2004
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