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Rushing

Rushing

it’s raining

outside

she stirs her cup

and listens

the sound of it

like a rush

over rocks

saturates the soil

a stream in the street

hurries to the grill

seated in the gutter

the symphony rises

to ovation

from the belly below

a tire splashes

over

like drops hitting the tops

of umbrellas

they hurry home

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery