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Vol. 4 Num 328 Sat. May 01, 2004  
   
Literature


Morning Rain


i know it in my sleep
the slow drip drip--
in the still pool
of the commode
by the window
flecks float
over a sooty sky
the grimy flannel of
an February morning--
schoolchildren treading
sodden streets
i brush my teeth
think of my mother
glumly despairing
of English weather
'never the thunder'
she gropes for the
the shawl and sighs
'of a monsoon sky.'