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Dry Spell

Moving as shadow through night unnoticed, 
vision dimmed; as smoke within fog ignored, 
inspiration muted in this sere season when 
naked, gnarled branches chitter as if whispering 
stories scarcely remembered and autumn wind 
scatters leaves like pages on which are written 
all the poems meant to be, and then forgotten.