Something about the rain
Always put him in his place
Regardless of time and circumstance
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He sat obediently
Schoolboy gripped by spectacle
Steady, silent specks darkening dry dirt
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Lifting scents of damp dust
Colouring summer’s tiring leaves
That lay so lightly on the lawn
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Chiding him for truanting
Daydreaming, forgetful child
The softest of scoldings for the man
Constant Voice 