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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