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The weekend, prolonged. My eyes/the curtain opens to the back of my wife, departing. Immediately cue the morning rain. Like each day, before it. It's getting hard to tell one day from the other. Or what season it is. Today was a day for standing on the edge. The edge of the highway, where i took a plunge in the car, a few weeks back. I made a dandy path where there was none, before. The edge of the river, above the dam. Broad, rust-colored water calmly coursing... then, the noise. On the edge of the bridge, above the thunder. Posing on the opposite side, a blue heron, waiting for the falls to deliver easy snacks. A half hour of sun straining to break the clouds, defeated by the clouds. And the rain returns. And the rain returns. And the rain returns. |
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