"That never get up no more place is here"
-Langston Hughes, 'Graveyard'
The wind is full of breath.
As if coaxing water from the sea, or
The broadest tear ducts,
The Earth must sing.
Such green songs are these--
Bereft of patterns.
They remind me
That this shower like so many showers
Must fall,
Flooded with cheers of defeat. Meanwhile.
The wind is full of breath.
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