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leafsmoke in the wind
& snagged on barbed wire
a tuft of red fox fur
hands stiff with cold
as I rake blown leaves ¾
flashbacks of the kids
first frost
at the Canadian Tire - a chipwagon's
hot grease smell
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Ash Wednesday ...
as I dust the piano
faint notes
foggy dawn
feel of cold wet sand
on my naked sole
morning sun
ping of a quarter at the tollbooth
lights up GO
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