Small wind flexing
stale breath of softened fall
ready to harden into winter
Last tender water song
and the sun strong through clouds
Two days till December
a tenacious window holds
summer's friction, sand's mold
and the dog just looking
Comfortable on a high perch,
give of the dune ridge
and tumble of last softened days
into the columns of deep water:
developing cold
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Spring rain in the railyard, Centralia, Washington
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