After the Rain
The rains have come and gone
And we are still here
In our high place
Where it is warm and dry.
Today we will slip on our hip-waders
Digging in muck for buried treasure
Calling one to another like rooks
In the night rain fell like hard sheets
Wrapped around us
Today we wake up in our warm
Place and find laughter.
Friday, December 21, 2012
After the Rain
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