COYOTE BLOOD
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Raspberries in the Rain
her raspberry vines
cascade down her front porch
under where hummingbirds fly.
she collects a small harvest
and tosses them one by one,
as I try to catch them in my mouth.
it starts slightly raining,
but as long as there is no lightning
we will stay out here smiling.
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