Rain a Come

Paul Muse

You and I, my wife sighs
are the kind of people
who are blessed with children
who need those kind of answers
to these kind of questions

Imagine how we would drift
separate as old boats
bumping the shallows
of some backwater slough
going under in the next storm

And look how we formed
against the high winds
into a kind of cocoon
shaped from soul secretions
into a family

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