Source and Summit Poetry
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Second Rainfall
In the rich, thick light after the storm,
when the wind rocks the rain-laden leaves,
the trees release a second rainfall.
I hope his breath dislodges the drops
of water that bathed me as a babe,
washing me anew in his wind’s wake.
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