watching the rain come & go
berate the city for thinking we could go without
breathe an answer to the prayers of things green.
we shake like ducks in the wet.
go about our business, let it roll right off us.
this is the term of our tenure.
long-awaited thunder comes,
the catharsis of the cold season,
a Homeric purgation,
the scream of a newborn summer.
We thirst!
the robins always sing after the rain,
as if waking to a new dawn.
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11 may 2009
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