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Summer Rain

I await upon this day
the call of hope &
new beginnings ~
my Arkansas summer rain
the toll is not by bells
deck wind chimes will have to do
laboring in the wind gusts
mighty oak leaf veins turn up
pointing ever skyward
awaiting rewards from a summer’s humid afternoon
hurried winds & clouds
carry our Ozark mountain rains
I await in silence amongst
the song birds twill . . .
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