It Is Rain Poem by Ben Partenay

It Is Rain



rain on down and in-
to the tin roof soaking
up walls and cracks
an open window
stayed with an old
bible I kept for just
this reason, open, open
the old sap wanting
to run with the water
I let you in, in-
to the book, the window
even the cracks, what
I wanted was the sound
of rain come tumbling
on down into it all
the darkness filled with
musk and mold, cracks
forming new cracks
I let you into all this
the genesis, the black
rot inside you saying
“we filled what we
wanted and left a
hole, but we made
sound brother, we
brought the moon
on down.”

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