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December Rain
Dec 31, 2020
The rain sounds different
in December. A choking sob
contrasting a smiling fountain
of spring drops to pepper the eyes.
It wears me down like a gray blanket
baking in the flicker of a blue gas fire.
This rain is needed. Follow those drops
upward. Bend your neck, close your eyes,
open your mouth — submit
to something larger. Taste the praise
that keeps it all together.
The sand now swept from the road,
the dust from the rabbit backs,
chalk lines fade with age.
The footsteps and tire tracks
took you away, but bring
you back again. Remember
who all of this is for.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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