Friday, May 26, 2006

I smell the rain on my front porch steps
Mixed with the smell of fresh grass clippings.

I would that this rain could wash my heart of all the memories of her,
Of all the premature connections between us that tug on my heart so painfully,
So I may take in the fragrance of a summer afternoon without a twinge of regret.

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