Parading

The planets turn. The trees are bare.

I’ll toss a pebble at the pane,
I’ll toss a pebble at the pane,
I’ll toss a pebble at the pane,
But softly, knowing you are not there. —J. D. McClatchy
But softly, knowing you are not there.
—J. D. McClatchy

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