Rain falling in twilight
Glistens on Maple leaf umbrellas
While little seed goblets
Spill red to overflowing
Droplets like blood, wine,
Gleaming in a stream of streetlight
Swept across the charcoal harshness of asphalt.
These tiny globules of water alight on dandelion fluff,
Deepen the iron stain of garden sandstone and
Darken the soil that awaits planting and
Rush across all this to a landscape in me
That swells like the crescendo of a spring tide
Searching for a shore to land on--
but finding none.
Drops on skin, enliven-- mouth agape.
Jill M. MacCormack
“This surface tension is the "skin" of a body of water that makes the molecules stick together. .”
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