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Friday, November 15, 2019

Crossing the Sound in Mid November

With each passing day of autumn
The beauty and mystery only deepens
The dying fall into the major lift of winter
(and yes I was thinking of Leonard Cohen
as the ferry pulled away from the dock)
Color no longer listening much to reason
While the sap needs ever more convincing
Before it all resolves itself into the shadows
Of the washboard sky riddled with blue

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