It has no legs but the rain is
walking the space the White Cloud
travels. Earth’s bronzed hard hand
welcomes Neomonni’s turned-down
lip. Where parched mountain mouths
grow stiff with waiting, thirsty bones
wrinkle, rattling the distant hills’
enchantment beyond the Trail of Tears.
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