Garden Prelude

Finally rain
has misted the dry spring
distanced neighboring trees
trickled down maple trunks
like runnels of black paint.

Her threadbare yard
sags
like mouldy wet leather.

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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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