Poems - Mandy Patinkin

Rain

Glistening

On the silver birch

Like my lady’s tears

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Rain

Gathering

Winding into streams

Like the roads to Boston

Your turn

Haze

Hovering

Like the whisper of the silk

As my lady kneels

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Haze

Glittering

Like an echo of the lamps

In the streets of Boston

Your turn