Sleep broken by rain
and thunder into deeper
sleep. All shall be well.
Pools light the broken
road. Clouds and sun, light, shadow.
And nonstop traffic.
All passing, none pass
as other in passage, one
Love very other.
In our poverty
we drink with the goose from pud-
dles of rainwater.
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