It happened,
a day without rain,
a day with drops falling
in the spaces between breaths
between beats
the closing,
opening
and flow,

Somehow, flow
was rain,
and coolness
the splash and taste

each drop the tiny
flavor
each drop the extinguished
time tick,
i couldn’t count,
only the wavering,
the dark sparrow in the tree.

Dave Barber
December 6, 2008

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