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Poetry and Pictures
All poems and pictures © 2016-2025 Ruth M. Hamlow
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
The cool hour
In the cool hour
after sunrise
before the wind rises
to breathe heat
over seared grasses
before the town rises
to rush
and roar
a breeze
whispers
to the full tops
of the trees
and even
the morning conversation
of birds
is muted
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