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Distant Wetness

I write at the instant the rain stops and splits into some parts dry, some parts wet enough to catch the reflection of this morning’s promise through light and air and, freshly aware I lean my pen into what can be felt as the water you throw rocks into and watch the rings grow as words appear on the page and my poem writes itself from that dry part, the one the rain inspires from a distance…