Sometimes the rain
In spring the rain
At night the spring rain
Sometimes the night rain in spring
With streetlights shedding their glow
On last year’s leaves piled
Glistening in spring rain
At night, the light, the leaves, the rain
Greys and browns and speckled light
Speckled rain, dead leaves, grass not yet
The grass slumps in winter’s still repose
The trees black against the starless clouds
Leaflss above the spent leaves
Of last year, not scattered by wind or rake or mower
Sometimes at night it rains
In the spring
The strong, too strong urge to
Make of this a metaphor, standing on a bluff
Gazing at a river not risen
Just flowing
Maybe it will
Maybe it won’t
There was not much snow
This past winter
The river is a river
It will flood or it won’t
The rain is just rain
A red wheelbarrow
Too much can be placed upon it
Sometimes it rains
In the spring
And the water sparkles
On clumps of dead leaves
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