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Screen Shot 2014-12-02 at 8.16.33 PMWhat is it about the crisp

December night that beckons me

outside

and compels me to look

past the tree tops

past the clouds

to the hopeful moon

and beyond?

a rainy day poem

drops of rainwater
accumulate neatly

a slow puddle forms
outside my window

where the gray clouds reflect dimly
shadows of themselves.

where do I find myself?

reflected
in the droplets or the clouds?

the view from shore

boats

the sailboats bob

in the bay —

a languid dance

upon the gentle waves.

sometimes together

sometimes alone

their masts

pointing singly

to heaven

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