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In mid-May:
A passing rain opens the day.
Finally, on cue, the evening sun,
Casts colored light across the tops of trees,
And peers through the kitchen window,
Suddenly weaving the day
Into a great, hushing pause.
Even the hissing whispers of grandma’s gossip,
Outside, the cigar men might gather up
Then, as the light draws close,