Rebirths

I want a mountain
to sprout
in this Midwest,
to wake and find
a seed of good
in looking up.
I want to drive
a nail
into these clouds,
then sew its holes
to hold the rains
imperfectly
released.

 

(originally published in Right Hand Pointing, Summer 2017)

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