A Year of Poems – Day 149

We are the continuing rain drops,
the spray from the first great waterfall
splashing off the rock
overturned by the surging pressure,
flying in an amalgamated mist –
splitting, breaking, flying loose and spreading
in a woven net of water
which will splatter into the dead dry ground.

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