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White jasmine fall
On a solitary red brick
It is January, the air is cold.

The jasmine dance
In accord with the rhythm
Of the cold January wind.

Their white skirts send shadows
Over the red floor.
I touch the twirling darkness,

Am warm in cold January.


More By  :  Duane Locke

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