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title: Cold wind
genre: verse

dedication: Justin

project:
    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
    css: autocento
...

[Man of autumn][], cold wind, \
blow down the trees' leaves.  \
[Fire on the ground][].  The sky \
perfect water, frost-cold, \
rippled only by flocks \
[of black birds][] flying, gone.  \
Their brightness can blind \
an uncareful watcher, work him \
[in a froth of hands][], not-wings \
that ache with the loss of flight.  \
A tear is flung faithfully \
[to the ocean of air][], slipping in \
slowly, is as gone as the birds.

[Man of autumn]: january.html
[Fire on the ground]: fire.html
[of black birds]: i-think-its-you.html
[in a froth of hands]: when-im-sorry-i.html
[to the ocean of air]: lappel-du-vide.html