It is uncommon and natural at the same time.
In that bleak no tomorrow of only today
the rain returns with a familiar slap.
The languid tones play out.
Reckonings, a stutter-step forward
like some dream we’re a part of,
apart from.
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Bill Pearse 
The description gives an aura and aesthetic edge to this poem, Bill.
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a poem,
I see.
You’re trying to supplant me.
Prepare yourself to digladiate.
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Ha ha I love it! Nay, this is all the sloughing off.
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Beautiful. Piercingly simple
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Thank you Leighton, big fan of the simple. Thanks for spending time here, enjoy your week! Bill
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Nice!
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Thanks buddy!
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“Get a life, with this dreamer’s dream”
Easy, right?
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