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Goodbye to the Meadowlark
the lake where they hid
a memory
their song
sublimated
a cattail beaten
remnants taken by wind
a semi roars past
someone calls progress
someone says
ninety percent chance of rain
someone says
dance barefoot through puddles
a murder of crows shadows skies
someone looks to the sun
the sun reflects
faceless waters
Copyright ©
Mike Bayles
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