Rain fell last night, in the morning
Water was bubbling through the rich Soil. Imagine reclaiming your life, Including a broken lightbulb, which Was lying in the sand, and walking Back from the beach, and the walk To Brighton Beach on Saturday morning, All of that was the start of an awk- Ward zigzag crawl and leap. “I will place My words in your mouth, I will cup You in my hand, I will plant galaxies In the sky, I will flow the Andean up- Per Amazon in Peru, and kiss My hills goodnight.” And the river Is flowing in my brain, the shore, The cliffs, in pools the small fish quiver Beetles ride upon leaves, and the vast Glimmering current surges across Its land, and the water evaporates And saturates the fields and moss.
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