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Deborah P Kolodji, US
 

 

 

 

Cinquain

 

Friday

 

We leave
early to beat
the traffic out of town...
then linger like a tangerine
sunset.

 

 

Hospital Stay

 

The drip
of an IV
measured to schedule...
a windowsill robin sings at
shift change.

 

 

Even the clouds are angry

 

The rain
hasn’t come yet
and my cheeks are still dry...
I just want to yell, echo the
thunder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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