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| Image: Sleeping in Sepia by Massimo Danieli |
The hot night lowers a heavy blotter
And quickly absorbs the whimpering little breezes.
The busy leaf ceases its delicate recording
And is transfixed with its story unfinished.
The pale chirp of the cricket
Is lost in a velvet pit of silence.
The weary body lurks in the cavern of its couch,
And fitfully dreams
Of the cool staccato of rain drops
On a tin roof.
~ Grace Conner Harris
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