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He unclipped his headphones

And listened to the sounds of

winter settling in

Not deep winter,

but a late autumn,

clear air and blue open skies

with an airplane

hitting a sense eternal

forever on the horizon

of self and yesterday,

The bottomless past

on which the moment

grounds,

The cold season of being

present

like an aching love

of chidhood.