burnt brown leaves
litter a summer sidewalk;
we refuse to recognize
the reckoning
surrounding us
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Summer Rain
soft, sweet summer rains
are a memory of yesterday,
now there is only
the violence of the storm:
lightning crashing
through the sky,
cracks of thunder
shattering the calm,
winds whipping stinging drops
against window panes
bending tree limbs
to their breaking points;
we've lost all desire
to be caught in the rain