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ISSN
1942-2067
Copyright © 2009 Pirene's Fountain.
All Rights Reserved.
Last updated:
October 2009 |
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Joy Leftow writes from experience gleaned from growing up and living in Washington Heights plus her social work career. When she is not busy doing cat and people rescues, she meets her muse, writes and gets published. Contact at violetwrites@nyc.rr.com or visit her websites: http://joyleftowsblog.blogspot.com, http://joyleftow.googlepages.com.
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Glimmers of Rain
Evening, darkness dropping
like a black and heavy velvet curtain
on a theatre stage. Scents of mildew
Seated behind a glass pane window sipping coffee
Waiting for my billie holiday sorrow to leave
Evening settling, rain changing
from a thick wet sheet
to a soft and fragrant mist
Bright and dark all at once
Leaves soaked and matted, brown & gold rotting
on the red earthen floor, mixed
with living, my reality mimicked by nature
Woods, wet and musty with life
Reflected sun still shining
an incandescent veneer
Diamonds glimmering
making brown earth red
and dead leaves gold
Dead and living combined
Compare life to sitting watching woods
its smell so sweet, unsurpassed
Followed by a taste of bitter |
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