What the rain gave

 

 Coyotes at bedtime 

      during bathtime and stories,

toothpaste, pyjamas, the dark

 

dim shapes on swift feet

watchful

          hunting rabbits and squirrels

small dogs called away

 

and the children at windows        

 who would run naked

  brush of rain on their faces 

nose to the wind,  eye to the bush, just in case

 

It doesn’t matter now

what goes on in those houses.

 

the children

 

are wrapped 

in scent of wet fur, hints of red at their lips, on their cheeks, 

      their small feet are damp from the dew   

 

they’ll wake safe and well-fed. 

 

Fierce dreams keep them alive.

Syracuse Cultural Workers Women Artists Datebook 2021, December

www.syracuseculturalworkers.com

 
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