And the World Will Shudder
Rain is wet and cold
But the Sun is rising
And the rain sings like gold.
Children chase the eastern showers
Brothers, sisters, sons and daughters
We once called our own
Dance, soak in exultation
And are swept up.
We refrain, we remain
Much too wise
Staying confined to
Watch them in glorying
Our mouths crinkled and moving
Constantly chewing
As if we can never swallow...
Joy flies from our hollow
Temples leaving us
Sweeping little wicker crumbs
Off our homey front porches.
We shiver
Empty.
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