Finger-Painting Angels

The radio said: Three days of unexpected rain.
The work of gravity and water; water that has
set in earth enriched with particles of dust,
flower's blood, wood and salt. Opening

its rust-stained mouth, sky expels its liquid life
like wolves regurgitate to feed their pups-
rabbit, fur, splintered bone. Though I am old
and cold tonight, the milky mist that rises thick

as curtains on the panes, has not lessened
my delight for finger-painting angels, horses,
child-like birds with human, smiling faces
on my kitchen window.

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