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Rain


I have known other rains

Rain destroyed my world
(once)
and
will end it—
with other rain

I am a man in rain beyond home
The name of this is not mine
but the rain’s

My world is called rain
It’s the distance
from home


Yet, after each one
after removing
colors

it resettles my world,
repaints it

with a generous rainbow
that shares its prism
with the sky




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