Stones like lost buttons shine
On tracks gone soft and pocked
A rocky outcrop gleams dully
We go unnoticed by the weather
As some other slower story
Moves beyond and through us
A woman in the wind swings her arms
It’s all that can be done
Grasses lean together, overcome with
yearning
The sea is coming as surely as it left
The present stretches itself
Across the road to the tree to the poles
I can hear an army moving into position
Somewhere out there
Everything settles to the job of getting
soaked
Daylight glitters off the drifting drops
And I wait impatient for this to pass
For time to have a go again
At making history—
A bird is already talking about it out
there
A dog is already announcing it from his
yard
A man in a yellow t shirt carries a
message out
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