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Jun 2016
the misty raindrops collect on
the glass in front of me
as they dance across the windshield
I let my eyes blur

the out of focus somehow brings things far more into clarity
as the streams of drops connect in ways that I couldn't envision
I noticed the patterns
seem all-too-familiar

Noticing...
this thing that happens when mindless chatter stops
when all the blurry lines connect,
can I actually see?
Candace Smith
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Candace Smith  oakland
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