after the rain
silence falls
the last drops
are ticking
in the pipe
before the storm
wind rivers
in the pines
warned of life
and death
the new world
is christened
full and moving
as the clock
ticks and tocks
the ash and dust
are absolved
by desire
as grass reaches
to a reborn sun
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