pillars of rain falls
upon the grey stone statue
standing
upright in the corner
of an unkempt
yard.
wind has toppled
the bird feeder,
freeing
it of seed.
the umbrella tilts
on the iron table.
chairs are on their sides.
a small
storm
arrived while sleeping.
but there she is. standing,
hands
out holding two empty plates,
balanced with
a placid smile.
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