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	<title>the edge of a leaf</title>
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	<description>the beginning of love, 9/2007 -- 8/2008</description>
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		<title>Clouds, like Toledo</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 16:37:23 +0000</pubDate>
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From the Major Deegan, going southeast
a mile below the bridge,
a sky of wind-driven clouds,
like Toledo by El Greco,
rose over the river and the island beyond.
On high bluffs opposite,
bare smoky trees,
their billows shearing west
as the wind
sheared the sky to the east,
were softly splashed with paint-gun leaves,
alive and bright in sheltered nooks.
Swinging east at the Triboro Bridge,
a [...]]]></description>
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