Category: rain
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rapture
following a night of rain lichen blossom on fallen trees sides of oak glow blue-green mycelium reawaken throw spores ecstatically in the air mushrooms rise up in the woods moss puts on green robes hold chloroplasts in the air dance their resurrection in my yard I breathe in holiness sanctified, redeemed awaiting my decay 6-11-20
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The news from my porch
Last night it rained This morning dirt and debris is arranged in serried rows along the curb Today I will sweep it all into piles for the city to haul away Tomorrow 6-10-20
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morning haiku
still wet the morningsunlight asks the dark to leavetrees drip last night’s rain 5-23-20
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and I think it’s going to rain today
(stream of consciousness poem) On my sixty-eighth birthday a tropical depression spins offshore and the forecast is for rain all week and I worry about whole beaches being torn from the shore and the song ‘And I Think It’s Going To Rain Today’ is caught in the riptide in my head and I curse Randy…
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