A Dawn Rain
A patch loosely sown between night and day
covering their imaginary edges
misses nothing in the dark or in the light
finds all the dry places hard cracked
pulling away from their neighbors
into solitary emptiness
The rain misses nothing, brings them all along
with its welcoming second face of emptiness
out of the firsts we make on our own
so long as we think we do anything on our own
We are this facing, welcoming what comes to us
without which it cannot know what it is
nor could we know what we are
We are the dawn rain finding shapes and edges
small fingers sliding over and falling off
saying; come on down with us, as us
out-pouring, down-pouring
out of your solitary cell self, out of captivity
into the wide open where all belong
The Dog Star 
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