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The Celtic Art Coracle volume 1 issue 12
Rain

midnight approaches
my mind is running down raindrops
practicing fluidity & speed
typical independent random bit
in the swinging silver horde
flashing and flowing
making joyful noises
change without pushing
people may gripe & flowers sag
but how the trees sigh & reach up
water is running down them
darkening the ground & their grateful bark
the trees drink & relax the ground absorbs
the rapid rhythm played by the unhurried feet
of three miles of rain, dancing I fall & fall
with the water singing, incapable of harm
to smash laughing in the darkest hours of night.

Copyright Rebecca Gilbert 1983
 

The Celtic Art Coracle Vol 1
Contents Coracle Press 1983
ISSN 0828-8321 
All Rights Reserved
10.02.01edition
coracle@thecoracle.tripod.com

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