Monday, November 18, 2013
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I brought some rain
Cupped in my hand
But stepping towards you and
With no further gain
I lost my harvest in the sand.
You stood there too
Arms stretched in shade
Which landed with no break
Behind me in the tracks I made
- your shadow in my wake.
Our gifts, though unreceived
Have joined the Sun and found
A garden where
They hit the ground.
--jm
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