Waiting for Rain

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Waiting for rain,

planting bulbs in brown powder

deeper than we can remember,

raking walnuts from the yard

and wheeling them to the woods

under a river of grackles,

grinnies clucking in the stone rows,

eating dinner under the maple

that's always first to turn,

rocking on the porch at sunset

as a  cricket sings in the aster thatch

and a blood moon rises into the milk of twilight,

waiting for rain.