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Listen Wait Putter Putz

Listen Wait Putter Putz

I open my eyes and wonder what Words await while the sound of rain on the porch roof catches me by surprise. Listen, wait, putter, putz. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idles beside the sidewalk out...

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