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An Introduction to Poetry 

Don’t look here for ideas,
there are no ideas here,

only dark slashes of rain,
and scavenger birds

able to speak
but often unwilling,

and my heart,
thirteen years old again

and in a dirty red hoodie,
glad for the rain

and the burning wind
that brings it.

  • A poem by Howie Good.

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