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These Futile Rains

These futile rains,
Meant for acres
Inaccessible under
Fresh-paved indifference,
Shunted off through drains
And aqueducts to the salty sea,
Never having touched
A sleeping seed.


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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.