Reflections, Early October Rain
In the rain on the street’s surface
each house shimmers its inner life
when my eyes water with memory
the homes break into ten thousand drops
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I lift my glass to you, Jeff. Masterful.
Lifting mine right back to you, Robert. Thank you. WA State Riesling, which I have heard is big back in the 11th century among poets, too…