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Dec 2021
All night it rained
and water coursed

through the downspouts
like blood through our veins

this morning
a red leaf leftover from the fall

floats

in one of the many finger lakes
that was once our backyard

and does pirouettes
in a water ballet all its own
A word painting. An original.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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     Aishu and Elizabeth Squires
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