A Small Crowd
Fallen leaves knuckled
below eddies float again
along the slick street.
Rain withers with gray
asphalt rising. Curbs cement
leggy puddle spills.
Sunlit raindrops stop
hissing at guttural moans
tickling us for laughs.
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