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Autumn Daybreak

          A long roadway
     between the gray crags of rock
     and some humble meadow
where black bulls graze. Blackberries, weeds, field roses.

          The earth is wet
     with dewdrops
     and the poplars turn golden,
along the riverbend.

          Behind the broken blue peaks
     the first whitening of dawn;
     alert, a hunter strolls
between his hounds.

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