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Rainy Bird of Morning
Here at garden salad seas
The scene of time’s repeated theft
A rain upon the poplar trees
Witnesses vigor bereft
A paradox of time and place
Which Dickens did once suggest
Lonely in a crowded space
The worst time yet the best
The rainy bird of morning song
Of foraging and flock
Recalls that while time cycles on
Still naught can slow the clock
June 1, 2024
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Andrew Jacob Jung
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