Such a beautiful evening

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The setting sun casts

Elongated shadows;

Luminous prints

Dapple the path.

Each indrawn breath; a lifetime,

Such a beautiful evening.

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when it rains

when it rains.

it wakes inside me;

a buried past reborn.

up through grass and garden: bubbles

water drops on branches, doubled

in the dampness, last year’s leaves decay.

loamy presence hugs my being;

pheromones, so revealing

when it rains.

I feel myself dissolving,

in the rain, I hear you calling,

when it rains

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