After Steady Rain - Poem by Alison Cassidy
My lover's grateful lungs
savor the freshly laundered air.
The rain-drenched mollis azaleas
spill over-ripe apricot petals.
Young green camellia leaves
show off their new cut and polish.
Treeferns, flushed with spring growth,
wear diamonds in their hair.
And the old dog lies at the back door
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