You and I are rain
Seeds
need rain
like you and I
disolving soil and
seeping down to earth
once and through again
we’ll go like icey broth
where winter chimes
in want and wait for sun
let us awaken, nourish all
watch each kernel
every disparate husk
writhe and double
push cloy clay and loam
grasp the psalm of storms
and later, balm
of kindle stars.
We are rain indeed
you and I
upon such footings now -
with joy we must fall
and sing this rattle song
to calm and tell of time
renewed, like seeds
and rain
like you,
and I.
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