it rained late last night
leaves cleaned green and dripping wet
a dog shakes itself
the pen’s side of life
same struggle for survival
poems find heroes
the big black raven
perches and picks at the trash
gossip you can’t hear
hear the mockingbird
that master of mimicry
do I have a song?
through a clouded sky
sunlight strikes the lily’s bloom
suddenly good news
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