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Feb 14, 2009 17:08


2.

The pattern of shadows that fell
smeared his face.
Rose petals blew in the wind
and he felt them in a flurry against his face.

The wedding was over,
rice stuck to the ground
in clumps and pieces.

Even as he spoke,
his words faded in the wind.
A shower of rain
tumultuous clouds
a hurricane?

Yesterday,
the sun shone bright.

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