Jill Bolte Taylor's Stroke of Insight

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Monday, May 28, 2012

Rain Dance

Children make the storms come
By simply wishing it so
By imagining the smell of green and the
Rhythm of rain
The feel of mud sucking shoeless toes
Of puddles splashing bare scraped shins

Parents glare at the sky
The dirty footprints on the carpet
And each other
Their own childhoods hidden
In too many rainclouds

KB ©2012


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