To the heavy wetness that settles
Heavily into the dry ground
Like a fat man into a hot tub
And what spills over
Dries quickly on the warm walls
And the smell of history gets to rise
Up from the deep earth
Soothing its hatred within
So its muscles relax a little
And a long exhalation
Or exultation ensues
As the rain once so triumphant
Falls asleep like a child in the earth
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