“Rain” is a verb
A rush, and the wind overturned
A tide of the world caught at peace –
At poise. At brink of self,
At touch of falling down,
Inevitable
While skies seek
Gravity’s gift.
Rain is a secret
That shares itself – a truth, so known,
That strips the world
Of lines – the leading, the hard,
Blacktop or concrete,
As earth-soaked roots
Dissolve the guise
Between.
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Lovely piece.
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