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| "Rain" by Lev Razumovsky. |
In the watershed
she stores hope for the future
in wooden buckets filled to the rim
with salted tears that fell from the sky...
If you asked her how many or why
she would simply sigh & reply
"too many"
she dances in the rain barefoot
water drenching her
skin
filling every pore...collecting
raindrops...with each beat of her
heart...holding dreams close to
her breast for
fear they might
slip away...
if you asked her again how many or why
she would simply sigh & reply
"as many as it takes"
In the watershed
she stores hope for the future
when the river runs dry and the
land & her
people are thirsty
she will open the door
and give them a drink
filling their cup
to the rim
who is she I do not know
but, I wish her well
Poets United - Midweek Motif
Watershed Moments
