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Yesterday I heard someone recite a poem
I’d written almost from another life. In it,
the sound of gongs carried, and also the wind,
in almost exactly the same way as before.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
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Yesterday I heard someone recite a poem
I’d written almost from another life. In it,
the sound of gongs carried, and also the wind,
in almost exactly the same way as before.