I Saw A Woman   The trees continue recycling their timely poems year after wind-blown year.   Soon the tenement glow is shadowed with ice.   The bare limbs of timber click and knock in the windy woods like two bucks locked-up and tangling over the deepest hunger.   This room is silent and the…

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