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Monday, April 9, 2012

On The Ninth Day

Today being the 9th

Day of the month

And very windy too

While walking

On the Hi-Line

A strong gust coming

From off the river

Blew a scrap of paper

Out of my notebook

And down

Onto the street


Was it I wondered

A thought lost forever

Or perhaps more emphatic

Like a dream recurring

Some day destined

To return in the guise

Of an entirely different poem

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