SECOND PLACE
An Afternoon Drizzle
By Fred Venturini
Patoka, Illinois
Eyelets of rain spackle the window,
Streaks of clarity caressing the pane.
And although the sun is blanketed
by steel,
Clarity is their gift.
For the TV is dormant, the home silent.
The blanket and pillow are somehow softer, warmer.
Thoughts have a voice
once more.
The nap has returned.
A novel peels open, gray light cast on the pages.
The purest days, the
forgettable days, the most important days—
Ah, the splendor of those rainy days.
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