March 30th, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

Rain is a lullabyrain
Softly sung.
Fingers at piano keys
Of sponge.
Roof or window ledge
As makeshift drum.
A book in a lap
Of a drowsy one.

But it sings so softly
Like a harp unstrung.
Thoughts I’d gathered
Have become undone.
And it taps so gently
That I must succumb
To the sweet surrender
Of the web it spun.

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