Poem: Throwback.
Throwback.
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On a chill autumn day
Walking down by the river,
There was a sudden awareness
Of height and muscular breadth,
A smooth and masterful stride,
Of long yellow hair flowing back.
People clustered closely behind
But too afraid to overtake.
Arm raised up to receive the bird
That plummeted back towards the glove.
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