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 Storm Windows by Howard Nemerov 
						People are putting up storm windows now,Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain
 Drove them indoors. So, coming home at noon,
 I saw storm windows lying on the ground,
 Frame-full of rain; through the water and glass
 I saw the crushed grass, how it seemed to stream
 Away in lines like seaweed on the tide
 Or blades of wheat leaning under the wind.
 The ripple and splash of rain on the blurred glass
 Seemed that it briefly said, as I walked by,
 Something I should have liked to say to you,
 Something... the dry grass bent under the pane
 Brimful of bouncing water... something of
 A swaying clarity which blindly echoes
 This lonely afternoon of memories
 And missed desires, while the wintry rain
 (Unspeakable, the distance in the mind!)
 Runs on the standing windows and away.
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