Rain Mates

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Jerry

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Let’s just skip the stones

and get dirty.

Mud pies in the face.

Bear disgrace.

Fall into place.

Wallow and weep

into each other’s eyes.

The river’s a half-peck

away from your cheek.

We’re weak,

let’s cinder sneak.

We know who we are

from where we were,

and now is now.

The Oh, Honestly

parts of us wait

in the rain,

the ripples

kissing each other

with grace.

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3 responses to “Rain Mates”

  1. Jasper Hoogendam Avatar
    Jasper Hoogendam

    Love the line,
    “the ripples
    kissing each other
    with grace.”

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    1. Jerry Avatar
      Jerry

      Our feet of clay often run into each other, and instead of getting perturbed at the other human, we ought to be thankful that we are not alone in the struggle. Thanks Jasper.

      Reply
      1. Jasper Hoogendam Avatar
        Jasper Hoogendam

        If that comment doesn’t sound like part of a poem in the making.

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