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May 2018
crescendo of tree leaves
brushed with a rush
of wind comb/
storm's teeth a
past participle
left in an angry comparison/
glory be to God for
this dry thunder,
praise to the pregnant rain

Sara Fielder © May 2018
Sara Went Sailing
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Sara Went Sailing  Bohemia
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