in which water and wind hold

even sprinkler drops sway in the day’s

expanse, a desert of rain as endless

as the patch is small. it seems I must

draw on these lines as a reservoir

for rain to fall in broken bursts

of calm, remembering that sound

clattering on roof and ground

 

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