Raindrops
It was daybreak when we turned
our eyes toward the dark
spot of the horizon where
our fate stood, windless
inexplicable, inaccessible
shamelessly challenging us
though only him, the one with
the severed arm, sighted and
turned back to the house
where he sat on his chair
such calmness on his face
as if he had solved
all the problems of the world
while we kept our hands
extended so the heavy drops
of the first autumn rain
would fall onto our palms
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