Penelope Shuttle


Rain woke up,
spread his peacock tail,
lifted his wondering head

Light and his henchmen were there
Some wage-earning clouds also

The trees stowed away their leaves

Like a seraph, the willow lingered

I was there
like September in the north,
like a keepsake of the sun

I was there forever.


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