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title: Cold wind
genre: verse
id: cold-wind
toc: "Cold wind"
dedication: Justin
project:
title: Autocento of the breakfast table
class: autocento
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| [Man of autumn][], cold wind,
| blow down the trees' leaves.
| [Fire on the ground][]. The sky is
| perfect water, frost-cold,
| rippled only by flocks
| [of black birds][] flying and 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
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