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Wrote this after nearly being bowled over by someone:

Heads hunched over,
as they walk,
fingers flying furiously,
oblivious of the world around them.

~ by Nick David Wright

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Summer

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Cottonwood fuzz falls like snow.
Fireflies frolic in the twilight.
Breeze blows cool through wide windows.
The nighttime orchestra tunes for its soft serenade.

~ by Nick David Wright

Rain

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I tried to beat a storm to work on my bicycle, I didn’t make it.

Trying to
beat it as
it’s coming.

Getting caught
in it as
it comes.

Dripping on
the floor
of the store
waiting for it to go.

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