poetry
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I follow rain
Elizabeth Hykes
I gather light bursts, the sudden jigs and jags,
straying fragments that glance off rocks and trees,
and sweep up startle, thunder-plucked from living things.
Clothed in newly washed, ozone-fresh garments,
I stack drift, wind-flung on racing tides.
I say little, prayerful or not.
I sometimes miss grumbled thunder bursts
that will hide in truths and falsehoods, but
I drop those I catch onto green and yellow leaves
as they ride the rushing water that runs its course
in spite of my best efforts to staunch the flow.
When I'm done, I follow along, waiting under
moiling skies to once more ply my trade.
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