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  • Still hours before dawn
    only rain spatters
    against windows,
    crescendoing then fading.

    Within,
    ideas flit about
    hovering,
    neither here nor gone.

    Memories linger;
    your hand in mine,
    curve to curve,
    as matching waves.

    I’ll carry them I think,
    all through this fall day,

    a day of
    windshield wipers,
    streaks of light on the rain slick road,
    leaves beaten flat against the pavement
    hurried footsteps
    umbrellas like temporary turtle shells
    inside recess,
    noses pressed against window panes,

    never out of reach,
    lingering,
    soft as a shawl
    about me.
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