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Rain drips cold from tree branches.

The leaves hold tight, like beggars,

to no avail, as the wind plucks them

casually into the air like laughter

of starlings fluttering quickly away.

She watches from a window wondering

who he is sleeping with tonight,

then turns toward the darkening solace

of the house with its nostalgic glissandos

raining about her like shattered glass.