Water Is Company
By Ruth Padel
Poem : You close your eyes so you can’t see the omens. You try praying for rain. You wait for an augury, sing to the brook while the self flies out and away like a bird from a withered branch and the wind, with a hollow sound like a breaking pot, whips the lake to a dance of bubble-froth soap-suds, blocking the drain.
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