Indra
Each drop a cool kiss
on the brow of Black-eyed Susans.
Ponding rivulets sink to roots’
waiting mouths.
Rain reminds of kinder truths:
there’s something more than all of this
and thou art that
too.
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very nicely done
and your other ART
as well