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Saint Paul, 6 November 2005
Inspired by the Ginkgo tree in my front yard
Purse your lips early November
To fan the spark of the sublime
To ensure you’re present the morning
The Maidenhair sends forth her leaves

Fan-shaped panes of glass
Break headlong for the sidewalk
Seasons solitary and double
Consent at once to surrender

A poem in Goethe’s hand
Reveals a posthumous request
Two leaves solitary and double
Held fast by words in a manuscript