Thirst

Rain Poem

Standing in the street today
drinking you down
mouth open to the sky
to corral the tiniest of gifts,
each one tasting of
galaxy
cloud
cold front
Ions abandoned mid-air
somewhere far
over a lightning sea
now falling on me
past parted lips,
into one celestial
sip.

All this after counting leaves
(only red) on the left side of
the street, near trees whose secret purple
berries lie dangerously ripe
against the gray sky, with all
the childhood that escaped once-
now spinning wildly inside- into an almost scream
running uphill, eyes closed
I meet the rain that has finally
come to bathe us
clean.


Author: tara linda

Musician, performer, poet, jewelry maker

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