Weatherford--November Rain
by Ann Howells

brown grasses emerge
__from puddled leaves
wet leaves
__imprint walks
spindle fingered oak
splayed maple
starry sweetgum

wind catches rain
__flutters & flaps
__like shirts on a line
muffled drumming
__to indoor silence
chill penetrates

this whole town
__a waterglobe
its curved glass
__casting light
__back through silvered rain

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