In this dry year,
\nthe cottonwood leaves linger
\nlate in December.
\nThey rattle
\na parched prayer
\nor poem, perhaps. <\/p>\n
Whispering, \u201crain,\u201d
\nthey stay long past
\ntheir fellows fallen
\ninto mulch in the gutter. <\/p>\n
Whispering, \u201crain,\u201d
\nthey cling to their post
\non sacred duty. <\/p>\n
Whispering, \u201crain,\u201d
\nthey cannot let go
\nas clouds gather. <\/p>\n
Whispering, \u201crain,\u201d
\nthey will not drop
\nuntil they are answered. <\/p>\n
Whispering, \u201cRain!\u201d<\/p>\n
mjh<\/p>\n
12\/16\/02<\/small><\/p>\n
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