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Rummy Park, 46
(The Rain Said Your Name)

by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

Your sea foam green irises are dissolving,
Your cautious smile is dripping in,
Your tremulous hands are liquefying.
The rain said your name.

Dead leaves
Are to be pulled from the window box.
Candle wax
Is to be shaved from the cherry nightstand.

You can’t do a thing with your hands.
They’re in puddles by the door.

The rain said your name.
You must have thought it was me,
One foot in your world.

Copyright © 2006 by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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