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[As the year ends, I go thru some old posts… poems I wrote thru the months gone by, and that puckered with the mood of that day, afternoon, or the night gone by… Some poems are dearer than others – those that left behind a larger pool of shadows… this is one of them]

it rained last night –
in crimson
midnight blue
in mossy hues that

wouldn’t hold in the sky –
as they touched
the ground
the colors
ran amuck –

or just lost –
then the cold rain
cold rain from
a distant sky

washed away
their hearts
and the colors

died –