Monday, September 8, 2014

Drying Out Valentine

In the sky on the floor
reflected in the grassy
water on the flooded patio
I sit watching the sun begin
to suck it all back up again
but it will take a week of hard
pulling by the orange tree
and the crippled pomegranate
tree and the drowned grass
the endless rain’s intimate life
left in the patterns of debris
long carrying and locating
and so exactly setting down
each of the earth’s lost things

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