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The sky, today, burns October clear, blue as flame beyond words
The wind, today, blows through cottonwood leaves, whispers of words
The birds, today, abandon my feeder, save a grackle, lost from his flock
I am lost for words today
Today, I am that grackle, those leaves, this sky, these words, lost in a flock of
Cottonwood leaves

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