the ground welcomes its advances,
animals remain sequestered
inside their homes like humans,
the sun unwillingly hides behind
the clouds it allows to occupy
its sky for a while... treeless leaves
lay in rain puddles... their curvatures
formed at birth... a few bales of straw
slow down the erosion in places;
overcast opinions linger on the
horizon of the day mediated by
reoccuring thoughts of summer that
set records if one were to notice...
a light rain gently falls where none
existed before... or the day before
that one, preventing new grasses
from growing strong, yet all received
redemption today as the liquid falls.
spreading itself all around the ground;
pool covers are weighted down by
the rain but not enough to stress their
loads, protecting a vital interest that
will not be used again for six months...
and, in the valley there is concern...
concern that this urination from above
will not be enough to entice the
flowers to return in the spring nor the
tourists to all visit in the summer.
18 November 2021
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