Dispatch #146

April Lunes

April Lunes 

no difference: pear
tree petals 
flecked with shattered glass 

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there, where the sun parts
the dark clouds 
rain crookedly sweeps

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yellow graffiti 
vivid now—
rain gave way to sun 

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rain cloud’s deckled edge 
motionless 
over power lines 

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time, a quality 
of light, this
distance between words