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Posted to Poetry

rained, in a way
it seldom does here

furiously, heavy
dark and pressing on us
like the sky really meant it

sun shining

the earth is rising into the sky
invisible to the eye
but plain for the nostrils to see

the garden is overgrown
but there isn't a thing about it
which would make me want to cut it back
these tangles are life
this wildness is my wildness
we are sharing a moment of intent