long fallen palm on the edge of curl raises canine head in the smoke of its own scent — dry of wind, shy of rain Related articles Fun Ways to Publish Poetry Follow-Up: 50 States of Poetry Party (thealchemistskitchen.blogspot.com)
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no moon and still its light waves in the puddles filling white graves
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rain rushes leaves and four cats return to their purrs having looked up at the glass that breaks their line to cold that pours
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shimmer down the night, the green breadfruit, palm, banana trees open leaves down to where the coconut crab has creeped from risen sea the calicos hide close to crash & foam, dry beneath their boulders where human hearts can’t see…
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palm fingers, leaves in wind, hit each other into masquerade— I mistake drizzle for downpour’s rustle and then—
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rain turns to fog across the waves and wave after wave of gray overhead swears to keep heat & waking down to these breathable, breakfast levels