I Met You In A Poem
S Sandra Fowler
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I met you in a poem, dark leaves fell.
Sun rode the swift tide of November fields.
Gray power enclosed the music of the form.
White trees startled the rhythm of quatrains.
Cloud creatures fumed in a wind faded sky.
Their struggle opened bright eye holes in space.
We looked into that western window light,
And watched ourselves dance down with next year's leaves.
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