A poem
ReturnToday the rain
lay gray across the sun
and brushed the roof
with the sound of a calm
steady heart. It is May here
and cold. in a month
the yellow plastic slide
will be too hot, sprinklers
whooshing in the evening
a welcome relief.
Return to me, my friend
before the corn has broken ground.
Before the bean's long runner
finds its catch. Return to me
like the robin
in lush grass
on such soft feet
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ReturnToday the rain
lay gray across the sun
and brushed the roof
with the sound of a calm
steady heart. It is May here
and cold. in a month
the yellow plastic slide
will be too hot, sprinklers
whooshing in the evening
a welcome relief.
Return to me, my friend
before the corn has broken ground.
Before the bean's long runner
finds its catch. Return to me
like the robin
in lush grass
on such soft feet
