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written in the dirt

this autumn morning

winter’s aperitif

is served on the rocks

shaken and stirring

 

come downpour now

unleash your jotting scribe and

cast the showery runes of fables untried

forge scripts along our droughty lanes

of songs for all that yet remain

or wash away those pages brown,

whelm witness to our temporal sway

 

we’ll listen to the eager eart...

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