Rain –

See rain lines gathering, splash-dive down white picket fence posts
That’s a far-off view, in closer
Uneven course for truth, down, down to invented puddling
Awry rain travels here

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One Response to Rain –

  1. Barry Comer says:

    I am wary of rain awry, messing with the wind and my hair.

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