Before (the Flood)
Before the flood,
the pouring evening,
the dancing silhouettes
of falling rain,
before the rooftops
glisten,
before the gutters
gurgle,
before the puddles
blink and simmer
with invisible needles
of a boiling,
bursting schism
of splintering sky,
take a walk
beneath the wind
beneath the beaten
smoothness
of the steel grey
of clouds,
feel the wind
gathering
in invisible knots
in the fisted hands
of trees,
the stone flight
suddenness
of the rock wing
lift of birds,
all thrown against
the approaching
unseen,
the weather wall,
feel the dull distant
thud of the pressure
dropping press
of westerly air,
upon your face,
for then you will know
know that Spring
is stirring,
awakening,
lifting light
and warmth,
catching, embracing
the lengthening promise
of April days ahead,
After the coming
of rain.
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