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June 2008, vol 4 no 2

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Thomas James Martin



I last saw you on Midsummer Commons
It was rainy bright and you turned away.
We wanted words of prophets,
even weathermen.

The wind's rough coldness
gray bark, the brown fallen leaves
the rain still

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