Rain splashes, blesses
this alien garden this
walled green square these
tumbling flowers and pillars
and vines. It plinks splosh-drink
in the fishpond, wet
grey mist turns paving stones
to glass. I will stand,
let wet anoint me
among heavy leaves, let
weightlessness teach me
to float – passive,
tingling, exposed, loved
by the small cold kisses of air.
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