Richard Chandler Tavenner

After a brief rain,

The dimpled dust of the path-

taking the first steps.


What is this wreath of words

hung round my head that should

so completely keep me listening

for the first words heard

Never I know if it’s a noose

for my body, or a halo for my soul,

This writing with these words

what may have been written before.


Listen:


During the first rain,

After many months of none,

The stones by the path

Where we walk each day, my love,

Undress in all their colors.


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