And dripped into a rural residence
The downtown felt my trespassing presence
But didn’t bustle snub me or complain
I met my cousin by her neighbor’s drains
Our quick embrace confirmed her poor patience.
“And isn’t this as close to Providence
As I will ever be?” was her refrain.
I still don’t feel like a colossus much
Even this day, but when I think of all
The people I will save from Death’s cold clutch
And see her smile’s shadow slowly crawl
Across her face as she revealed the touch
She shares with death, I don’t feel small.
Topic:"My Trip to Rhode Island"
Date: August 8
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