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Left in the Rain

Left in the Rain

One sodden sock
and another
dotting the yard
like strange flowers.

Treasure Island
swollen up,
laid butterfly to dry.

In a plastic bowl,
bloated Goldfish
crackers swim.

A polka-dot rain jacket,
discarded, shields
a patch of grass.

Chalk portraits, cities,
my children’s names,
tattooing our driveway:
all erased

New baptized, these
tender leaves push up
from the dirt.


Image by Kireyonok_Yuliya
Renee Emerson
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