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Updated: Mar 19, 2021

Suddenly this defeat.

This rain.

The blues gone gray

and yellow

a terrible amber.

In the cold streets

your warm body.

In whatever room

your warm body.

Among all the people

your absence.

The people who are always

not you.

I have been easy with trees

too long.

Too familiar with mountains.

Joy has been a habit.



this rain.

- Jack Gilbert

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