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A Slipping Down Life
Prelude to a wet, sad, spring: the eroded dunes-
more abandoned stonefronts.
Incessant rain, almost hail, pelts
the old, the new, the bad, the good alike.
Bars are full of men
slinging whiskey; another storm comes up.
One man drowns in Cape Cod Bay.
Someone's husband, lover, father.
Three women wring their hands,
draw the shades.
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