Clean

David Beaty
Feb 19, 2024

Our neighborhood

Smells like spice tea

After clean rain

Wind fuses out door plant

Smells

Weaving a tapestry of wind

Blown

Hope.

Clean washed in

The arms of rain

Scoured by wind

Fresh air worth the

Breathing.

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David Beaty

Novelist, screenwriter, poet. Fan of all things writing, film, music. Married forty-seven years. Dog lover.