Monday, July 16, 2012

Ambushed Reader

Bombarding rain woke me in the night
but sun has dried the Adirondack chair
(just a few drops left between seat boards)
and I settle with my mug of tea and book 
sip, read, read, sip, turn the page, sip,read
PLOP on my forehead!
PLOP on my hair!
Stragglers, covering the storms retreat,
were lurking in the lilac leaves!

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