SUMMER SEQUENCE
(C) R.L.K.
Slow old train crossing a rusty bridge;
the night assumes the shape of rain.
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Pale moon peeking through parting clouds;
Willows bow at the end of the road.
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One thin dime in the beggar’s cup;
how many summers have come and gone?
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Dusty boots left out on the porch;
the evening wind rustles the curtains.
