After
The Rain
After the rain
when puddled land
is spilled out clouds
touched on ground
we’ll go from each to each
as if they’re seas
to be named
or a watergiant’s footsteps
skipped in a game
Annotated After the Rain:
It's rain, rain and raining still.
This is a poem from 'Bowl of Water'
Bottom Dog Press, 2004.
It's rain, rain and raining still.
This is a poem from 'Bowl of Water'
Bottom Dog Press, 2004.
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