at last the rain
beats fingers against
brown drum of earth
to raise steady rhythm
set greens to dance
to dip and sway
roots straining to break surface
reaching
reaching
drinking
like a dry sea-bed welcoming the return of its tides
and the birds still
hold their breath
for the longest moment
confer in a shouldering of feather to feather
under the dim canopy
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