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a squall to
provoke defeat --
go the gales to sever
trees, go the trees to shed
ruin and scatter what remains
once the wind sucks in
this autumn --
as go I hoping dumbly
to be just as ruined,
scattered, remaining
only of what autumn
leaves to die --
goes a cankered gust,
to irritate the high perch,
to rile the storm,
to rouse the wren
that brings hint
of her;
the wren
to be blown
to worms
or flap from
that tragic branch --
so
I never expect anyone
to stay.
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