Night Rain

And in the driveway,
widening ripples
that form and overlap—

When it is time for me
to go, let me feel
at last the swell

of fullness I
might not have felt,
for all my striving:

for that moment let me be
the raindrop magnified
at the point of termination.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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