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tid sah (Tom Atlee),  1969

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Down the golden path,
under molten drops of glass,
dew bejewelling
     white-leaved masses
crimp the green day morning.

The birthright sun
     through still panes crashes
tinkling down
     to touch the trash,
the work desk with a laugh,
bringing green day morning

brightly on the sashes.