Rest between the rains

Light rain on Canada Pond, RI USA

Photo: author

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Sometimes, after midnight and before dawn

The horizon blanks and I can see everything

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Sometimes, in the rest between the rains

The world pauses and I can hear everything

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Sometimes, on a pillow of skin and coarse hair

A heartbeat beckons and I can feel everything

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Sometimes, as winter wood burns wet

Smoke sears, acrid, and I can smell everything

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Never have I tasted enough, and I never will.

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©2013 Jason Anderson

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