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Troths

YELLOW dust on a bumble
Bee’s wing,
Grey lights in a woman’s
Asking eyes,
Red ruins in the changing
Sunset embers:
I take you and pile high
The memories.
Death will break her claws
On some I keep.

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Poem Troths - Carl Sandburg