Men in long overcoats

Dear poet poetizes about dying
When there will be rain in Paris
And men in long overcoats walk
Ghost-like about their business
And it is about autumn in leaves.

He actually lands on the road
On strange footpath, on head
In high-impact steel and stone,
A rainless suburban springday.
A hard time he has knowing it
As men in long overcoats walk
Ghost-like about their business.

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