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Paul Grimsley

autumn now falls
where spring rose up,
after summer burned,
before winter forgot.
flood rises up
where the drought once fell
while thirst burned
and death forgot.
i sweep away leaves
like a tendril of water,
i carpet in green
the deserted area
i once warmed,
as my mouth dried,
and where that white death forgot
i now remember.

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