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A cold east wind
Catches my breath
Tightening my chest
I'm wheezing through drizzle
I can see the breeze
Flowing in grey waves
Curdling the showers
That pass like ghosts
over miry meadows
Yellowed hedges
Wiry grasses
Dark, dripping stones
And into my bones.
Sparrows chatter
By the new-made paddock
Where two white horses
Stand steaming and bedraggled
They look at me,
and laugh.

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