Lingering in Happiness
After rain after many days without rain,
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness, there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground.
Where it will disappear - but not,of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their short,
and the white threads of the grasses,
and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole's tunnel;
and soon, so many small stones,
buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.
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