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[_freethinker_]

First Monday on Sabbatical

For nearly an hour this morning,
I listen to the steady rain
as it beads along the eaves
and patters to the walk
in detonations small, irregular,
that language has no word for.

These lavish seepings that 
soak the tree hydrangea to its roots,
that ping the bucket blue,
free us from the human drive 
to measure things, to fit 
the

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[rowantwig]

That's odd - I had a conversation with someone about this exact idea today. Although we were talking about the sound of a drip that bothers some members of his family while it helps him ... we talked about "white noise," natural sounds especially, reminding you of the womb.

In any case, this is lovely! Thank you.