COLLAGE POEM, RAIN
Sunlight pierces my eye
clouds slide off the backs of
mountains
dreams take wing and circle our
thoughts
like vultures in late summer—
Camphor, cedar chips
a hope chest of moths
white nights
the approaching solstice.
Big Dipper, full of rain
holds the universe
across angry day
with no plan at all.
The drought, broken like a bowl,
spills its bounty on the earth—
all this sadness falling from
stars.
3/18/93
1st draf
1st draf
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