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For some
it comes down
like a sprinkle of rain
as if from heaven –
a slow soaker, shirt
matted to the flesh, that
bare-chested feeling
reborn again – even
spun in summer’s clutch
of dust and drought.
No urgency or rush
to that last embrace
when winter waits
for everyone, each
moment counts
like drops of rain.
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