I
think these
raindrops dream
of being snowflakes
falling in Vermont somewhere
balanced on the edge of a footprint
near maple trees where dented buckets hang
and old horses breathe musky clouds and wait...
no.
They dream
a world inside
before they splash
into the lake. Shhhhhhh.
(Poems by Poets Roundtable of Arkansas, 1984)
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