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Thursday, July 31, 2014
poem from a porch watching a storm roll over
rain on a lake
in vermont
there is a sound, symphonic
rising enveloping random jazz
there is a smell, wafting rich life
soil leaves acrid thunder
there is a feeling, home
green mountains and the place where
lives entwine deeper than memory
in vermont
rain on a lake
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