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Eight inches of warm rain
poured down as if the end
of drought were in the cards.
A tiny spot of mould appeared
above my place in slumberland
perhaps a sign of more to come.
There is a spot of trouble, similar
somewhere inside the bible,
it talks about neglect and how
the little wrongs grow bigger
and then become disasters.
I'll have to find my blue green overalls
and see to it that all the tiles
are still in place and whole,
and that the small reminder
carries with it the skills required
to fix what's broken in my life
and keep the powder dry.
Herbert Nehrlich
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