C'VILLE RETREAT Retired from a World of complicity after forty five nervous years of labor, protest and fear to settle in that arboreal city under T.J's benevolent credo I slept near an open window, breathing the green breath of trees, cool midnight and morning breeze flowing soft on my penumbral face, dreaming where yesterday's symbols entwine, then awoke to stretch a langorous joy in such a scene of magical grace and treasured the slow drift of time through that aging poetical boy.

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