The sound of this rain
is like the gentle grinding gears
of a small machine
working past the shock
of full immersion
in the body.
Cleanse my mind
that I might renew
the celebration,
make me dizzy with dancing
and all the ways
we cleanse our souls
in front of all the other
souls waiting to dance.
Or better yet,
shock the gold finch,
the cardinal, and the broken
brown sparrow, by hollering
at my children to come home to supper.
The view from the ruddy rain and chill
is breath-taking.
The path to get there,
nearly impossible on a day
like today.
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