Midtown Anchorage -
The screen door raps,
The wind whispers,
The leaves scuttle,
The birch trees quiver,
Rain patters,
Plops,
Showers,
Suffuses,
Through dawning darkness.
The late hour beckons,
Faint whisps,
Broaden the sky,
The mind,
Perception,
Feeling,
Deeply intertwined.
Thinking of Summer days in Los Angeles.
Rewinding,
Preserving,
Returning,
Expressing limitless gratitude.
On a crisp,
Still,
Rainswept,
Night in the Far North.
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