the soft even light
on an overcast day
casts no shadows
long or short
and radiates no warmth
to soften the dusty wind
soon the pressure will rise
and rain will fall
but until then
we wait together, leaning
our backs on the cornerstone of the church
stealing our warmth
as we wait
in what would be the shadow of a steeple
were it not for the protective
layer of clouds
-irma
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