inspired by Katie Bentley's 'Rain dancers'
the rain dancer has a pear-shaped tear at the corner of its eye,
crystallized mark of lost shine. dark blue hide sizzling on sand
so dry. my feet are starting to crack. the broken bird shakes its
feathers & looks to its companions, shadows at the far end of
the desert. crowns of joy, airy robes in a newfound kingdom:
grey clouds are born unto accordion music, a tapestry of rain.
i'm burning far behind. the lonesome rain dancer cries. come
fetch me sweep me into your whirl.
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