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expect rainbows
for ataraxia
and let the coriander
seed
how soon the bees are
back
cloud edging cloud
and bright
from the dry age we are
who knows what light
must show
all mute out of the
blue
how lovely sodden soil
now
something is dripping
I hear someone sings
a silence is the
turning
stillness apace
I smell the touched
world too
it’s rain spoke for the
sky
and all the roof was
rung
decked, hung
still it’s a wonder we
wonder
surprise we are
surprised
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