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Withdrawal

During enduring winter rain
the small bird cheeping

his only wish of certain warmth
ducks out of the sheeting rain - each
 
grain aimed an icy dart poignantly
tipped with a hardening past -

into the chimney duct through
too-small a hole for use again,

tweaking his wish to certain flames,
some sorta luck, and, suddenly drained,

              to sync with the rain

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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