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Drama



The women undressed and swam
in the cool, noon-brindled river,
but the grass stole their dresses
and they hid in the shade of the willows,
hid in the shadow of the clouds,
until the sun shouted at them to come out,
threw rain at them, and, upset, went
around the corner, over the edge,
leaving them in darkness.
Then they emerged, covered
in water droplets and goosebumps,
and began to walk slowly toward home.
The grass whispered to the wind,
and the wind chastised the grass.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.