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3/5/2011 6:36:20 PM

Jennifer Cahill
Posts: 5
Swollen sky, then lonely drop of rain
Hangs for me onto window pane
Stretching 'til its bottom smacks its top
Plop

Gliding downwards stalk of grass
A mirror to the dew, like polished glass
A sly sinking into fertile soil
Upon which not to tread: life need uncoil

And the westerly wind will blow a sea
Before the evening carries its plea
Of yellow brown around stooping figures
Outwards they will turn, never linger

Toward beckoning rise of moon
And this rising, my dear, never too soon
Will mark the end of their soothing songs
No ending however of which they long
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