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Rays

Rays

opened the door

like the day before

and thought it was fall

standing there

but the breath was warm

wet with rain

sun’s been on siesta

but woke up yesterday

and walked around

with a palette and a paintbrush

and took to town

and followed a country road

like a steady stream

a dab of yellow fluttered by

lawns of green

stretched with imprints

petals ever shy

and the ladybug is back

on the launch pad

of my hand

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery