First rain of the new fall
exiting the tunnel of sunshine
seasoned with smoke & ash
how quickly the fresh is cured, salted down
suspended in immunity
no surprises, mutations,
seeing whats known instead of whats there
The rain followed me home
whats the rain trying to sell us
consistently unpredictable
one of the few things you cant bet on
not a drought but the rain was stopped at the border
we want only euro-centric rain, rain without rainbows
full falling transparency
How did that cloud get here
the fragile shell inside that illusory puffiness
while we’re trying to figure out what that cloud looks like
weather comes in through the open windows
wind keeps the getaway car running
rain never takes, always leaves evidence
that can grow, transform wherever its left
Rain gives birds something to talk about
changes tires tune, remind me of the nerves and bones
beneath my skin, my saliva wishes it was rain
a taste our tongues keep evolving toward
Bionote
For three decades dan raphael's been active in the Northwest as poet, performer, editor and reading host. Manything came out this fall from Unlikely Books in New Orleans. Current poems appear in Caliban, The Opiate, Mad Swirl, Oddball and Otoliths. Every Wednesday he writes and records a poem for the KBOO Evening News.
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