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                                                      after the rain
                                                      flowers like

                           the girl in a blue parka
                           walked slowly down the street
                           twirling the lead

                           the small dog
                           trotted into
                           every driveway
                           of each house and
                           was called out
                           each time
                           by the girl
                           who wasn’t






blue wormhole: Woolwich
girl wormhole: I’m sorry but
muse wormhole: ‘I asked my Nan to write down her memoirs …’
orange wormhole: ‘in the morning …’
passing wormhole: safe