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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Marie Louise Munro


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Demeter's Lament: Late Autumn

Even the crows leave
Offerings: corn-bright cries, regrets
Left to winter & rust.

My body thrums with it:
All this radiance & loss, sloughs blood-
Plumage, fruitless husks.

The women call for me
In the dusk, clamorous for daughters;
But, I hold my breath

& wait.