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Charles Hayes

    Drummed by rain, my worries to calm, my metal roof does please. Not like the bin where the fall of life is never heard, nor like the Doctor Pepper pills by proffered palms, nor like the shuffled steps to snake a queue.
    Dosed, the rain would shortly come, but in the head alone, no tin patter to dream the dream of dreams, but a nap instead to dream the unannounced.
    Home it could not be, no window perch to watch the rivulets fall, and blur the woods and fields beyond, an unconcerned cow chewing cud, my only space to share. Here I expand at will, no rubbing wrong to chill my day, and bring the coats of better care.
    Fortunes I have not, ambition is another way, sparkling drops of life, surely is enough for me. Dosed at home, no habit learned by rote, nor shaky steps required, my dreams die not, nor unannounced do come.
    Leave for greener grass the ward clerks would tell, and dream a little bigger still. Their ambition haunts me yet, gloved hands holding trays of this and that.
    My roof storm washed clean, the rivulets reach my creek, the sun is on, the cow now a tail must swing. No Doctor Pepper time for me, a drippy wood pile beckons come. With an ax to give the chips a wing, I amble forth and park my dream, at home.



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