June 18

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poetry

Cool morning rain on the cusp
of summer, on cobblestones

and chairs and tables,
water beading up on the laquer.

So welcome sometimes,
the dissenting voice–

a change, a sea change,
for better or worse

it arrives like an empty
plaza, this is the setting,

the play can begin

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