6/05/2011
The air conditioning blows noisily through the vents
as if paper cranes are flapping their wings against the cold metal.
For a moment, I am sad that I cannot hear the fall
of rain outside the hospital window: silver droplets
smudging the pines and sky like watercolor,
like a mourning dove burrowing deeper into its nest cooing,
cooing between lightning and thunder.
(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course.)
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31 minutes ago
A beautiful piece! I like the images in looking at the rain through the hospital window "silver droplets smudging the pines and sky like watercolor, like a mourning dove burrowing deeper into its nest cooing between the lightning and thunder." Ahhhh....so lovely.
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