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Minus Another Year
last September
I stood in avenues of autumn
watching the swirling dead leaves
the surging crowds

this September
I travelled down the coast
the misty rain of the South
and the banyan trees by the Pearl River
touched my soul

next September
autumn will again come
and Iā€™ll still be writing poetry
here in the land of the living
dreaming ā€” minus another year