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When you pass by,

you will sigh a small “hi.”

and

(of course),

I may not be near–

enough to respond

and 

All I know

Is this is a winter I don’t know

All the crow know

Stand’n on open leaf

Cock’n head in disbelief

Is this winter she don’t know

I look at myself in the mirror,

Seeing every little detail of myself:

The eyes that have learned to seek creativity,

The mouth that has learned to leak laughter,