Night Poem #2, March 27, 2017


Here comes the first warm rain

Hear the wind push it along

Until it peppers our roof and windows

Get out of bed and step onto the porch

And marvel at the soft sounds and the new scents

That arise from the dampened earth

Look at the wet pavement

In the light of the streetlamps

See the light streak and bleed

And hear the seethe of the car tires

As they glide into the darkness and disappear

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