Rain wash the dust of summer down the sewage drain. With the iridescent slick of boat tow and vacation packed SUV streams flow.

No crab was spared no dare un-dared.

All trails blazed victim to the fall’s prickly vines. Soon it will be just the fungi, the wet woods, and I.

Smell the strange. Lungs breathe change.


#poetry #rain #summer

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