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July 25, 2011

The creek was up though we’d had no rain.
No rain again and still.
Thunder moaned and the sky grew dark
east of here one evening.
Rain east of here must have livened
up the creek.  But the jewel weed nearby
languishes for want of water and I
selfishly want its pods to fatten so I can
have my early autumn fun with them.

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