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Poet Commentaries

April 11th and 12th

April 12th

 

It has been a long time without rain.  I feel the first drop and, on the glass beside, me i see the second.  The first thought is to run indoors but something tells me to wait.  Idly I push against the perfect drop and dimple it’s  surface tension.  I let the one on my brow run down my cheek.  The rain starts.

 

oh

on the tip of my tongue

OOOOOOOOH

 

summer at the beach

rivers and warm puddles

a stick in my hand

 

April 11th

 

buttered popcorn

one kernel at a time

the spring Forthysia

 

April 2017 Journal

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