before the first shaving of light
there is only
rain in what I know are the trees
in the dark
and the light is turning slowly
and the birds keep their beaks
folded beneath their wings
and the rain sighs in the branches
sigh of relief
as slowly colors bloom
lifting their faces
to the wet dark
there is only
rain in what I know are the trees
in the dark
and the light is turning slowly
and the birds keep their beaks
folded beneath their wings
and the rain sighs in the branches
sigh of relief
as slowly colors bloom
lifting their faces
to the wet dark
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March 23, 2010
4:44 a.m.
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