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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jerry Krajnak

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April Shower

With her Keds strung across her tiny shoulders,
she frolicked in the street as it rained
and danced to music she alone heard.

Knees a blur as her yellow dress swirled,
this tiny spinning sun transformed
wet asphalt into a magical place.

She splashed across that unlikely stage,
performed and bowed, then flittered away,
directed by an aberrant breeze
to dance for other eyes to see.

I smiled as she left yet rued her loss,
still look for her whenever it rains,
might catch a glimpse early in spring
as a season's final snowflake melts.