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DROUGHT BREAK Who am I now?
1:46 a.m. and I'm out in the rain drizzle really, but what does it matter? Water really CAN fall from the sky I had wondered, now, for a while It's after midnight – That means it's September twentieth August twentieth I left home A month, then, was it Till I could feel rain on my face again? I see lightning and something inside of me breaks It outlines clouds just how it always did with mountains Maybe those were clouds then, too? I've had it wrong forever? Or maybe the storms make mountains And can stack them high for me For us The few of us in the morning hours of night Who can celebrate the rain Maybe mountains are like people Turning up where you wouldn't expect them to And giving you more than you ever would have asked -Sary Dooley Sept. 20,1999 Murray K.Y. |
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Revive I'm basking in the rain, laying out
Soaking it into my skin To drench me, fill me Float me away to the sky Where lightning sparks mountaintops And lights the way for sailors lost And travelers found By the heartbeats of children Timed by thunder Measured by breaths of watered-down wind And the world's spin dizzying as night Awakens dreams of a distant morning The children laugh aloud to see me float away Hair dripping raindrops down my eyes That tan my pale, dry skin Into something alive and cool And I awaken, too From dreams of long past midnight Summer's welcome worn I awaken in the night To open presents wrapped in thunder And taped with lightning -Sarah Dooley Sept. 20,1999 Murray K.Y. |
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I'm here, but it's finals week, so the only poetry I
have to offer is in the form of mathmatical formulas. The Shampoo Equation A=Pert Amount, Principal, rate, time, I don't remember what E means but I know what Pert means it means the cinderblock showers at the campground when dusk made guitars light and campfires sing. -Sary |
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