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Joshua StuJRp . 

In October She Called 

The dust hung 
in the mid 
morning 
light 

I sat there 
when 
she came 

through the cedars 
with nothing on 
her swaying 
mind 

The wings beat 
the air 
or my eyes 

like wings lids 
thunderous against 
the coming 
waves 

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