Ned Randle

Rainy Days and

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It’s a rainy day and
Karen Carpenter is
singing softly from the
grave, her lank lyrics muffled
by the meager morsels
of sweet soil in her mouth,
and she smiles to herself
knowing if she now were
above the grass she could
could move about her world
undampened within the
narrowest of spaces
between the falling drops.

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