Monsoon
That isn’t something
Someone from the plains might say.
But it’s been raining and
Raining
And the wind
Is more
Winds
Different behavior and velocity
She realizes how
All things must change
And how the
Cottonwoods out back
Behind the stable,
Toward his house root
Deep and reaching down,
Belonging,
Longing, really, to the river
She wonders where he is,
Late coming from the river
From the storm
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