when it pours

 

the dizzying droplets are you

their drip off the elm leaf is you

the cellophane rhythm is you

the tiger-talk thunder is you

the magpie’s puffed feathers are you

the gum in its gratitude; you

when it rains

the river (my spine) is all you

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