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After Rain

by C.E.Chaffin

The sky is plum-dark,
violet against the black-forked elms.
It’s raining. Eyes wide
I imagine stars, see only
                   Some faint light
leaks through this inky night
but won't be pinned in silver.
Don't bother to look for Venus.
Last night Mars was clear
as a cigarette and she laughed.

The rain has quit.
I hear the tap, tap of water
on brittle leaf-tents.
Tonight she said, weeping,
"You don't have to stay up with me."
She says “have to” too much,
why I'm taking this walk.

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