In Autumn
The extinct animals are still looking for home
Their eyes full of cotton
Now they will
Never arrive
The stars are like that
Moving on without memory
Without having been near turning elsewhere climbing
Nothing the wall
The hours their shadows
The lights are going on in the leaves nothing to do with evening
Those are cities
Where I had hoped to live.
Mark Irwin
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