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Rice Rain

The rain falls
Rice skittering on glass
I will be sun-spotted
and full of joy
Wild hairs blowing around my knees.

You will be round and stretched out
by the cares of others
Worn thin on top

I will feel pity
for the beautiful man
You should have been.
The one I could have helped you be
If only you had held on to me.

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Written November 23rd, 2005

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  • November 25, 2005
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    What a perfect description of the sound of rain - rice skittering on glass. Brilliant image!

    Your closing stanza is rich and layered with meanings, feelings, truths. This is a marvelously heart-rending poem. It's brevity lends focus and impact. Well done, Poetess.