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Post rain petrichor –

The garden is drinking deep ~

Lilies battered though.

Post pub cycle home –

Two foxes crossing my path ~

Those that I do see.

Rain pounds my windows –

A comforting sound at night ~

Except for the leak.

Strong hyacinth scent –
Outside, the wind, battering ~
Our place in darkness.


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