Thursday, April 04, 2013

No. 4 (NaPoWriMo 2013)

Near Seattle, July 2nd
By Hannah Six

"The last warm day," she said,
"was in May or early June..."
No outrage, no high dudgeon.
Just a sigh, a downtrodden glance
at the darkening windows,
the slate sky's lowered brow mirrored in
the slate sky in the trembling water
so shamelessly flaunted
by the patio chairs'
depressed cushions.


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