And the rain falls


At night
when the swallows swirl around the gate
the entrance and the exit wrapped into one
swallows diving into the night
a flash
and then nothing
Then you hear the rain
as it falls
each drop
perfectly formed
the resolute perfection of the quiet
and it falls
past the swallows
past the gate
to me
at the foot
edge
end
hat in hand to catch the rain
each drop
perfect
in its dew drop shape
striking my forehead
my cheeks
my eyes
washing the day away
At night
as the swallows fly.

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