a spring rain found her near the

the old apple tree and

the yellowing rose buds

in her grandmother’s garden

in quiet contemplation…

no one knew of his infringement

no one knew how bitterness and

transgressing collides… no one

but her and the soothing pattern of rain

a top a worn gray umbrella.

–Linda J Wolff

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