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03/24/09 - (2)
Late-Afternoon Rain
For perhaps half an hour, The rain has ceased its rattling-can rataplan On streets, trees, rooftops, and traffic.
Now, the sky's ominous cast Has metamorphosed from ugly gray-black To mottled shafts of crepuscular light.
Trying to recall the tempest's transitory rage, All I'm left with are images: A foreboding seascape by Winslow Homer,
A Thomas Cole Catskills storm scene, A Jackson Pollock splatter-tantrum — Everything but what it really was.
03/24/09 - (2)
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