Lights across the river shine through teems of autumn rain.
Fifty, and not a couplet adequate to the bleak prospect.
Hair half white, I wander city streets
urgent for food and clothes.
The lights glimmering on the far shore may be my answer.
An autumn tree
wetting its head
in the dark.
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