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May 2015
A bright blue light
     which sparks up the night.

The tremble of the ground
     as the water comes down.

The smacks and plopping
     of the drips dropping.

The wind as it swirls
     watching puddles doing twirls.

The blue light stops
and there are no drops
and the trembles are no longer beneath.*


CMH
Christine M Harrison
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Christine M Harrison  New York
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