david jewell poet

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rain

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rain inside my brainwaves and the river running rapid so

you can see the raindrops hit the rapids and roll and further

down where the water falls and gathers in the big pond that

is sometimes almost still and silent like a membrane between two

worlds and I can see my reflection under the water looking at

myself with the sky above me, when the rain is falling, hitting

the pond, it becomes a dance floor for drops and bubbles,

percussion of all rhythms overlapping the dance of chances

taken and left behind…. instantaneuous choices that change

the course of the river further down . . . but whatever changes––

what stays the same is I keep heading for the ocean, fast or slow,

full or parched, drenched or dry, silent or loud or frenzied. . .

the rain inside my brainwaves, it falls, it evaporates, it falls….

I almost said again, again, but I’ve said again, so many times before.

dj
11-13-13

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