rain, a poem
this morning’s
rain a poem
that talks of
home
steeped in
its known
edges bringing
it closer round
you even
the norfolk pines
on the ridge
you sight from
that kitchen window
are old pieces on
the mantelpiece
more memory than
matter in their
shape in
that rain
a poem that
lulls you in
each falling line
of its slow
yet breathless
reading
august 3, 2014
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Ruru ki Te Ruru 
this allows me to sense Water’s ability to recondition everything
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Interesting expression of that meaning, Dean!
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