i_recognized_him
tender_square
in
the
single
golden
leaf
beyond
my
ninth-floor
window
,
a
whirling
dervish
on
a
slipstream
.
he
submitted
his
bent
body
to
boreas,
that
winter
burst
of
breath
blowing
momentum
through
his
ocherous
veins
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from