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Footnote: November
Autumn's steel gray sky
drops the last of dying flies
to a tattered web,
ragged between broken stems:
the spider, this morning, dead.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
Autumn's steel gray sky
drops the last of dying flies
to a tattered web,
ragged between broken stems:
the spider, this morning, dead.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
