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Oct 2015
Woke to sense... the rain;
it was hardly evident
sparse puddles on dry concrete
In coffee shops the old men will chatter
{what happened to the rain}
...Merely a sprinkle ...
not quite a drizzle;while the world slept. But the grass knows and
the trees and the
humming birds onΒ Electric Avenue.
All the soft things know when
...it rains...
And so I thought of you,
and how you lay me naked,
...without ever
being
in
the room....
TreadingWater
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TreadingWater  CA
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