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The rainswept street
now polished with puddles
intrigues me
my mind
marinated
in humidity
watches a butterfly as she kisses
that perfect blossom
at my wits’ end
I promise myself
I’ll only rewrite this line of poetry
one
more time
unfortunately today is not the day
to pass go or collect $200-
nope
the Reading Railroad
has canceled the 7:00 train
and the hotels on Boardwalk
are booked for the night
so fiddle dee dee
along with Scarlett
I guess I’ll worry about most everything
tomorrow