If you try
you may catch
the sky, unawares and
with sweet talk
gently loose
tiny crystalline
specks of rain
from her trembling belly
catch them quick
in the hem of your dress
and plant them
in your windowbox
before dark
and listen close
for the wow and flutter
the jubilant murmur
of their tender hearts
as they take root
and help them
to sing their watersong
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