On a day when rain surprised me,
pain did too.
You kept rising in our conversation,
and we welcomed you.
I could feel your breathing,
in my breath.
In my consciousness of living,
your death.
Two of us who loved you
spoke your name
and you came.
Surprising rain.
On a day when rain, from The Patience of Ordinary Things (Amherst Writers & Artists Press, 2003) by Pat Schneider.
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