Rain I
We come in from a day
Wandering the city
A day that was marked
By a simple lunch
A Tuscan lamb stew
At a small restaurant
Enhanced by a red wine
Of an unknown vintage
In the living room
We shed our rain coats
She sits on the couch
With a dark wooden comb
She untangles her hair
In even strokes she
Combs the rain into her soul
Rain II
A crow
Sits petulantly
On the balcony rail
Watching the rains swirling dance
With bright black eyes that have seen
All those things the crows see that we do not
An eternity washed in rain
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