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
below
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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