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A Cold Day in November
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Unrequited Love Poetry
Retro relics shimmer in the sun
of the open flea market
behind a chain link fence.
forgotten treasures of another time
now merchandise of value to recycle.
Warmly, I think of soft spoken you
in cold barren autumn hours;
you kissed me with much promise
and held me close back then
but couldn't face time's demand
I'm called back years
between abandoned antiquities
and rows of carnival glass.
another lost treasure
and I feel November all over again
