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Claire Donohue-Korolenko

Pecan Day

I have the pecans in the blue cooking pot

Near the tree they owned, up to now

And in the sun, they shine


Away from the water spouts

Where the rain runs,

And dark brown jungle tears fall beside our window


Plunking, one by one, down through the Texas sun

The pecans hide, in the rain bursts

Away in the weed-grass snarled at my feet


In rhythm, they rattle on the roof

The rain rustles past on by to farther up north

A chameleon zigzags through puddle danger zones, all

As you sleep, in your room, summertime warm,

Hearing the pecans fall in your dreams.

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