Rain
Merce Lemon
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This sounds like a song I barfed out in the drought
A love song for the rain
I miss you like the wind hugs wings
Like the mountain's fingertips on the tops of trees
Tickling the sky's belly like soupy clouds
Washing the blue bowl clean with the spoon in your eye
I can see you relentlessness in the muddy puddles
Where retting is
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Shattering the splintered stalk
Where golden braids pour into drops
Shattering the splintered stalk
Where golden braids pour into drops