Poetry, SundayScribbling2

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sunday scribbling-2 sweeping the threshold

he came back again
came in just as he went out
bright beautiful possibilities
too soon torn down torment
spitfire swimming in a fast current tide

3 days was all
started in the kitchen
cleaned out the cupboards
discovering the neglected, the left behind
the overlooked and forgotten
in the color of blue

it’s queerly quiet now
the river rapids slow
rain falls steady
the gray sky speaks
rooftop soothing patter
window weary wonder

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