and you will hear me from where you are -
this is not ridiculous.
the grass sways with sighs, tickles thighs
sending postcards through pollen,
and passionate words trapped in firefly jars.
sometimes i trust that you will wonder where i am
and i will know that you are wondering -
where
am
i? i
am
where
the sky meets the sea in a ripple of watercolor
where
the roots meet the tree in a tangle of terrain
i am the rain.
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