Renaissance

The sky is bright today The sky is bright today Pitter-patter, says the rain, beating on my thigh My hands are alive The water falls in myriad ways A fern swallows me The sky is bright today — This poem is meant to accompany this photo, which is a visual representation of an epiphany of…

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And It Rained: A Poem

Slake my thirst, Dirty green of desert oaks, Grey like ash, You brittle clouds, Waiting to break. Tear in the sky, You will sing Against my psalms. I open My hands To you.     — Here in Paso Robles, it doesn’t rain a lot. But I was born and raised in a different part…

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