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Jul 2015
wake up to see the shy pink.
clouds.

so we stood together working
pushing rags through to
make things neater.

others searched the lines,
the crossing, looking
for reincarnations.

we thought they were
sheltering from the rain,
they did not seem to know,

when really they should.

the rugs are made of rag.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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