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November 10

we walk before dawn
Today the street is wet
from early rain
November air a soft surprise

you sniff sidewalks
for hints of
who passed by in the night

I watch the wet grass
pull sparks of light
from the street lamp

You raise your head
to catch a scent on the wind
I watch the weather
carry moods in and out
on the autumn breeze

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