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Silvio Submission Two:

WATER CYCLE

I recall the diagrams

shown by the grade-school teacher—

the sun with the sunglasses,

the wide-eyed rain in frozen freefall,

clouds puffed with the exertion of blowing.

The mountains were like toll booths,

the burdened clouds emptying

their pockets of rain to advance

thinly to the empty deserts beyond.

But after all the personification

and the directional arrows cut

from construction paper, I only

wonder now if the light nimbus cloud

overhead could once have been part

of the Jordan River, or if the ocean I

step out of may one day rain upon the

heads of my unborn children.