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In the black of the morning
brake lights and street lights strung together
like a garland
blurred by the arcs of rainwater
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In the coffee shop where we once nestled
I sit by the window
cold air seeping through.
Hard gray rain coming down in diagonals
bouncing off the gray sidewalk
repelling off the windshields and hoods of gray cars parked outside the café.
The pounding kind of rain
that even we poets,
rain-lovers and darkness-dwellers that we are,
find dreary and discouraging.
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Shoulders hunched
chest, lungs, throat tight, constricted
sleep forfeited in razor edge vigilance
skin and hair and dreams scorched from uncontained wildfires
bitten and buried beneath whiteout of cold storms.
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