stop the bitter sun
it only sours the sky
petition the rain to beat
your skin until you swim
in forest smells of algae
of living mold
urge your lake
to worship the sea
to milk time after
you lie bare at her feet
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Kim at dVerse bids us write a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words) using the word “Rain.” Here in Florida we should be at the end of our Dry Season, a time we refer to as our Fire Season. Instead we are in a prolonged time of rain thanks to an unstable weather pattern that brings tropical moisture both day and night. There are no fires, including that rather large one that dominates the sky from dawn to dusk. 😉
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