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Who am I ? asks the poet,
I am what I see when I see it,
right now I am a postcard from 1935,
I am dark roofs that mocks the rain,
I am a sunny façade with wrinkles of silence,
I am a train that embarks a knowing man,
I am a large tree that plunges in a glazed river,
I am lights that splash on shy gardens,
I am hidden memories of people who lived here,
I am a poscard from Easton, Pennsylvania,
I am what I see when I see it.
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