All around town,
balconies drip plant pot water
into the street –
forming puddles where,
we have had no rain.
I get caught on the head:
a blessing from the sky.
Which helps me later,
when I am blessed again:
only this time my benefactor can fly.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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