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where poplars shed their leaves from
flaking trunks
on a landscape always green
quiet voices announce events
through muffled boom of megaphones
these fields lie fallow now
within our ivy covered walls
broad in its past
old Victorian balustrades
adorn the sides
encrusted with the soiling of age
from migrant birds and weary travelers
the river is a survivor
serene in its pollution
you can lean against the rail
and follow its journey to the sea
images are two dimensional shadows
the faint call of the newsboy
trails in the wind and the rain
Jack Mashman
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