Autumn, Early Rising

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My river rising with morning mist

Must vanish into that vast blue above

But here in its lingering I see:

Liquid dance of phantom skaters

Autumn’s lips kissing sweaty skin

Summer’s heat finishing the race

Like hot thoroughbreds cooling down.

My river bowing to the South

And from the South upstream flying

An eagle’s sun-dipped wings

Silent clapping


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