WINTER RAIN
Cold rain covers the city,
dampening every street and soul.
Gulls are earth-bound,
wet feathers puffed to warm them.
Sky and water are diffused
into variegated gray.
Traffic complies
and respectfully slows.
Will we remember all this
in the heat of July?
Older women don't disappear. They branch out.
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