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All I have left of my Plum tree is dead wood and happy Mushrooms.
We have had nothing but cold weather and rain all week.
(I won't complain; we need it)
How is the weather where you are?
The Rain- Robert Creeley
All night the sound hadcome back again,and again fallsthis quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myselfthat must be remembered,insisted uponso often? Is it
that never the ease,even the hardness,of rain fallingwill have for me
something other than this,something not so insistent—am I to be locked in thisfinal uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,lie next to me.Be for me, like rain,the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-lust of intentional indifference.Be wetwith a decent happiness.from: Selected Poems. Copyright 1991.