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winter garden
(lines written in the giardini publici,
milan, italy, 2 jul 85)
these lovers on the
grass
he lying, she whispering
next to him
about the greenness
of life
the granaries full of
grain
don't they see the vines
curling above them
arteries emptying abruptly
the dreadful arching
of leaves
all around them
can't they hear the
wind shrieking
the clouds to a bitter
autumn
and know how soon at
the window
they will howl when
winter comes
© Jeffrey Round 1993
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