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For a Girl with White Gold Hair
Who Left Only Her Shirt on a Stuffed Chair
part IV

Since you disappeared
And no one knows where you've gone
And no one knows why you left,
Only smoke knows me,
Smoke from burning autumn leaves.
Only gray spirals that vanish know me,
Call me by name,
My name
That seems distant and strange
When I hear smoke speak it.
 
I do not want to hear my name.