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he pounds the asphalt
I walk the woods
his hand chilled refutes You
my fingers weave warm ‘tween yours
his soul listens deaf to You
my heart sings full of You
he is thunder
I am rain

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they have passed here
every morn lo thirty years
in the winter each breath
unfurls a flag of moistened mist
in the summer flapping loose their
ragged shorts and thin worn slippers
nary give a nod a neighbor for
better friends there attached by leashes
them the same never mindful of the season

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clothed in darkness

slippers stead of sandals

the dew yet wet upon the lawn

gray hair rustles without her comb

paces direct ahead save

an alerting gaze askance a chance

another may she encounter

back home

seeing none save her paper awaits

to find the news of Yesterday

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her story bare begun

quick tangled in the telling

twisted down the road

tired ‘ere her finish

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