By Andrew R. Duckworth

Photo and editing by Andrew R. Duckworth
I was upstairs,
Settling affairs,
When rain tapped
On the window pane.

No time to prepare
For the weather there,
So, Word’s trapped
In a dull refrain.

I would have guided Word a bit,
But storms keep me locked away,
So, as the lame do, here I sit
With nothing left to say.

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