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rain is puddling on the grass
polishing pregnant leaves
empty garden table tops
silent deck planks
to mirror
sky and tree tops
like the side of
a kartoon kar

a drip
from leaf to puddle
and metal’s molten
lawn shifts dimension
grass greens become
silver slivers
all is slippy
flippy fluid

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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