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Antique Weathervane
Photo from folkgalleries.com

modern turns old
in my verdigris mouth
copper cupola skin
weathers newborn
ideas to deep tarnish
what once was a
smoothly articulate
vane in surmount of
my mind now stands
heedless of thought
bearing winds frozen
rusting in place
pointed permanently
at my cardinal past

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