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How It Starts

   

this is how it starts

rhapsodic –

rain pouring

on the roof

like no

tomorrow

like yesterday’s thunder

old news.

this is how

it starts

paned &

painless

windows open

spineless clouds

breaking through.

what propels us

compels only quiet –

a city in search of itself

a rider that is only

half horse.

this is how

without purpose

the rain urges

razor sharp

downward

a quick spiral up

towards the light.