Even the rain

Somehow today I am starved for poetry. Old favorites. “Love’s Austere and Lonely Offices,” “Naming of Parts,” “anyone lived in a pretty how town,” “Even the Rain.” And the last one has me wanting to write a ghazal, which I’ve never done. This, plus tea and a walk in the sunshine, makes for a pretty good day.

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