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Sep 28, 2020
Even the porch cannot defend
against a slanted rain. Rough
sea foam from the sky
forcing a hurried retreat
leaving lawn chairs craning
and conversations half finished;
a reward for dust that climbed
spiral thermals, forced to descend
as pregnant drops reviving
the roots of raspberries
whose season has already passed
through us, older, and stained.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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