You expect more from rain, point

though cupped in your hand

there’s no sign when these stones

pulled it to the ground

as mouths broken open

devouring the Earth

— all that’s left standing

is the way moonlight enters

with just enough darkness

to touch down everywhere at once

and not have to remember — the sky

owes you, should stick

cover your skin with a toss

made from a single name

coming to a close — splash

is what you count on

— place to place watering

the small door that opens at night.


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