Monday, May 18, 2020

I Could Wait

I could wait
for the rain to stop
for a better day
for a sign
for ever

Or I could not wait

And let the rain fall
like a fresh reminder
on my dry-worn head
baptized in showers
and floods
filled to over-flowing
swamped
with a deeply wet grace

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