That time of year when the ginkgos are laying down the golden carpet.
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The wind blows their ghosts to the ground
line (loosely a translation of iliad 6.146-9) from memorial by alice oswald, embroidered onto a ginkgo leaf i found on the ground
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Frank O'Hara, from "Meditations in an Emergency"; The Collected Poems
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