January 4

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poetry

A different kind of rain
today, static,

and a peculiar light
cast up from the bay

filtering through damp streets
steel and glass

a very high tide today
they said-

knowing what is beneath,
now obscured, I can imagine

it more clearly, vividly
if less realistically,

a strange tradeoff,
and not an unwelcome one

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