chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things


Pouring rain, the greens darkened to nearly black, the sky an undifferentiated thickness of gray. The newspaper remains on the front walk curled into its rubber-banded plastic bag. Newly painted, the siding is somber, lifted directly from the palette of rain. The coffee pot ticks as it cools. The rain sounds like an industrial fan as it drenches the roof. Leaves drip, droop, drop. Autumn.

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