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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Letter S

THE RIVER is gold under a sunset of Illinois.
It is a molten gold someone pours and changes.
A woman mixing a wedding cake of butter and eggs
Knows what the sunset is pouring on the river here.
The river twists in a letter S.
 A gold S now speaks to the Illinois sky.

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