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IN THE LEXICON OF RAIN
- University Press of Colorado
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23 IN THE LEXICON OF RAIN I stand in the clearing I’ve made, and when I turn, God is not there. Dark Morning, 6 am lightning. Green slants of hard rain. Harder until everything is silence. Who are you that I am left beneath the rumble of clouds with no way to answer? The soul, like a cell, divides. For you are milk to me, O Memory. Maybe a thunderclap will release me from thy gaze. That the violence of making clear the way is for the far strays of heaven to shore me up. That we find ourselves by silence, by the waft of toil from our seams. ...
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