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Some Small Poems
by Lauren Opper

June afternoon.
Lacing up my running shoes.
First drops of rain on gray cement.

“Is it raining?” I asked.
“Oh no,” said Edmond Dantés,
“that’s the trees
after the rain.”

The future Count of Monte Cristo and Me,
Hands tied
In a row boat at sea.

When I reached LostLove Mountain
I found your monocle rusting.
Then I knew.