After The Rain

 

 

After the rain the cool air is crystal

And the morning sky above is a marble bowl of cloud

The pavement is rinsed and glossy

And the songbirds sing of their happiness.

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The houses are still asleep; their clocks tick in their halls

And only one car, no, a truck,

Moves on the slick city street.

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A man could touch his dreams in this morning

He could remember what he has forgotten.

 

copyright 2017

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