One Moment in Many
In the beginning there is going
pink cadillac rain
fluttering jazz hands rain
summer storm rain
white spider rain
telephone pole wires rain
cinnamon and nutmeg rain
In the end there is returning
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Today's prompt over at Not Without Poetry was my own, and wow, was THAT hard. I couldn't separate my memory of the moment when I took that picture from the poem. All I could do is remember that rain. The poetry book I grabbed was "Sightseer" by Cynthia Marie Hoffman.
