Sonny Rainshine Poems

She lives her life in lower case
with no punctuation.
Her moods are subjunctive
and she is just plain tired period, new paragraph.
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Peace and harmony
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Do you still still pause in the summer rain
to absorb its cooling moisture,
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Cold snap in August;
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Drown'd down deep in Dimsdale's eyes,
probing, tantalizing, bottomless,
Hester wears The Letter
on her bodice, but in her bodice
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Last night you woke up in the middle of the night
and said you were leaving for Berlin. When?

Tonight, before I chicken out. I will write
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Even the verbena, started in May from seed,
seemed defeated, vanquished, resigned
to the desiccating drought.
Any condensation was doomed from the start,
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Penny dreadfuls they used to call them.
Dreadful but cheap
like a $3 bottle of wine.
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A white dot on a blue bedspread:
ivory-toned palomino grazing
in a meadow of indigo lupines:
peace, beauty, unbridled freedom.
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If to dust we must submit,
and with the cold December wind
incorporate our breath,
when lowered last into the pit,
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