Caveat: Poem #2949 “Mo(u)rning”

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I awoke to the sound of the rain.
Here in my treehouse, it is loud.
Sometimes it sounds like voices:
murmurations of ghosts,
desultory sounds,
gravity's words,
the gods melt,
climb down,
cry.

– a nonnet.


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