Rain

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.

-Ruth

#poetry #rain #summer

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RWYK podcast - D.L. Gardner
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