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A U T U M N F U G U E A book was sometimes held in your hand when the Committee on Understanding met as you waited for them to call you in & the man who mowed the graveyard waved with a circular wave in the manner of cousins under the elm where it seemed sweet spices had been cast down near accordion streets so once the small democracies had begun, time could make an exception for owls with the faces of seeds that looked just like themselves only open; it is late & sweet with a late democratic sweetness when seeds had been cast down in the manner of spices, where once the small committees had begun, time played accordion with its foot in the door, & you felt at ease in a circular way so even had the parties called your name you would not have been wrong; the elms had made an exception & a book was sometimes found in your hand that looked just like itself, only open— 2 1 ...

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