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I ate a couple of blackberries

on my way to the bus

sprinkled with a silvery

morning drizzle

that had watered my smile

into full bloom

until I realised

I’d stopped for too many flowers

and saw the bus

leave without me

***

the morning drizzle,

heavier now,

sunk my smile

and weighed down my pack

as I walked away from the stop

watching my destination

float further away

with each wet step

***

the morning drizzle

teased the windscreen wipers

who screeched at the sky

more, more!

as I flung out an apologetic arm

and the bus stopped

where it shouldn’t

and I showered my thanks and sorrys

into the warmth

and the dry

to help the day ripen

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