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Chairs in the rain

Posted on October 14, 2019 by Timothy P. Schilling

chairs in the rain

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State of affairs

Posted on December 14, 2018 by Timothy P. Schilling

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Radboud in the rain

Posted on June 9, 2018 by Timothy P. Schilling

Radboud in the rain

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Passing the church

Posted on July 1, 2017 by Timothy P. Schilling

passing the church

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Awaiting your deep warmth and endless long days

Posted on April 6, 2017 by Timothy P. Schilling

A discourse of rains, of intense blues and greens.

One is gone and fights go on,

and not a few have the shakes.

I’m ashiver myself,

though your sun would bisect

this dripping wind

and give us the hope in-between.

Is it enough? It’s never enough

for the cloth-clad accuser (April’s sore loser)

still wanting to know:

who’s the righter for being colder?

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Rain

Posted on July 3, 2016 by Timothy P. Schilling

rain

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Another of her secrets she shares

Posted on July 2, 2016 by Timothy P. Schilling

You’re not made of sugar, she says

when it’s raining.

She can see me not melting.

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What rain was like in a parking lot in P.A.

Posted on January 6, 2016 by Timothy P. Schilling

It’s not at all but

I’ll say it, like

open-heart

surgery

and not in rivulets

but sheets

and who knew

the pavement sloped down?

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I’m going to bed to think of you, sky

Posted on September 27, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

Of why you wait

and the things that you say.

What was that trick

you did with the rain –

swirling to scatter

leaves, but no matter,

one day you’ll keep

your promise again?

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Where it was shallow the grass poked through

Posted on April 1, 2015 by Timothy P. Schilling

Muddy furrows thoroughly filled –

the yard’s a lake.

You came across,

you in your boots

and green wax coat.

You had the mail,

the first in weeks.

The sun was shining then,

except for the clouds,

and where it was shallow

the grass poked through.

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