when the rain stops
I may go puddle-jumping
to clean my ashen soul
of dolphin shit
and warm mulch
from my imaginary treks
through the forest.
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10/1/90
the quiet sound
of the rain dancing
tiny pirouettes
out on the sidewalk
is the only noise
which filters through
into my room
tonight;
no rumbling thunder
no bright lightning,
just the not unpleasant sound
of the rain falling,
crystalline clean
precipitation;
the rain comes and goes
tonight, but
in the morning I might find
a few puddles here and there.
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