In the Presence of Rain

Within arms distance
glassy sheen gleams
on top of my weeds
pearls
from some distant sea
translucent with joy
like a child’s eyes
after rain
when puddles beckon
come play
and the grass glows
emerald green
Perhaps I’m in Ireland
Instead of right here
able to touch
these fresh-water pearls
and air washed clean
creating space
for breathing dreams
of faraway places
in the presence of rain

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