On this day
forty years ago
it rained.
Last year
it rained for forty days –
you were here
and to ourselves we drank.
Though it rained
we felt the sun,
shared our warmth.
Now it’s rained
for forty days more
and you’re not here
sharing my thirst.
In the rain
snow begins,
the cold is deep –
our forecast is for
rain and snow
for forty more
days or years.
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