The Sensitive Nature of Rain [revised]

The gentle faces fall
and collect, fall

like deer
into the field—

over and over
like soft moons.

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You remember her skin and how it rang with moonlight.

And though the moon may never sing,
the image made sense—

the way that shine seemed to quantify sound.

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