.The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes her necklace
Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold
Her bird head torn with summer>
Inspects a Spartan runner>
Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed
My goblet drenched with Autumn
Tears for my dead cat Ena
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