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Summer Showers

oak, armload of ferns,
drying with no sun,
earth, water-soaked,
my wheels dance, mud comes in
to visit or stay, fern beards,
Beatles haircuts of them,
curl and brown, like loquat
leaves; I worry, is it passing
like the bay, rosemary?
rain again today, I keep
to brick, cement, asphalt,
fern’s resurrected, flowers
open in their beds, I
hesitate, roll to and fro,
the veranda cage.