After drought
| BOSTON
Tonight we'll build
a coracle: this wicker bowl
to ride the water.
All week it's rained,
such rain we've prayed for,
a rising in the soil with blessing
as it rains and rains.
The willows curl about themselves,
they weave themselves into baskets
to burst with everything
that flows downstream,
that comes bestowed
with rain.
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