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Middle of February

.

The sky,

like Sunday’s paper

spreads

in starchy folds

across the morning,

driving rain

towards unripe shadows,

sprinkling clues

through birding trees.

And where the purple… 23 more words

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Brink

(re-posted from 2011)

She remembers

the future

when rain

crashes deserts

and old seeds

explode

into rivers of flowers

and mountains lean down

close to the sea… 54 more words

Poetry