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Rainfall
Rippling reflections on this pane of kitchen window glass Are distorting my view of what was once my favorite tree. I remember when mom's boyfriend brought the chainsaw Never asked my input although he knew it was my perch For years I stood upon the spot to try and redirect distress And always rain would soak the wood until the stump itself Let go of structure, formless in its falling 'way to crumbling Like a ghost who aches to haunt but cannot find the sound.
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