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A Not Especially Original Poem About October Rain
This morning I had planned to clear and burn
More of that summer-fallen live-oak tree
That giver of firewood against the winter cold
(I have more warmth than I will need - want some?)
But the afternoon’s rain arrived at dawn
I am inside with coffee, books, and thoughts
And meditations upon the rhythms
Of raindrops as they dance upon the panes
This morning I had planned to clear and burn
But I have my books
And so will give this day a thoughtful turn
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