the fine line between rain and snow
as the yoga station plays
between soothing and sentimental
to drown out house-noise, aggravation something
like the electrician’s spray-paint
between two newly planted grasses
over the struggling Joe-Pye, right up the birch
straight steady blood-pressure rise, fluorescent
Graceful Press Poetry 
breathe
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haha, yes, that’s what I keep telling myself…
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That first line is just a perfect description of the weather…(K)
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So frustratingly dreary here!
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Yes!
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This has a natural acceleration in it that works very well with the ‘aggravation’ theme. The reader is out of breath with you by the end. Good work!
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Thank you!
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