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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

After the Summer Rain

There’s a steadying drip
In my neighborhood
After a summer rainstorm
Off the drain spout
And a nearby maple

It’s like the band striking up
With an infinitely supple wrist
The drummer keeps flicking
At the Zildjian high hat

And the robins reclaim
The front lawn
For still more puffery
While the worms return
To their endless digging

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