Midnight rain calls forth
poems the same way a pungi
calls forth a cobra
from a basket
The poetry muse looks
on from the crowd
her feet still beautiful
from a stint
upon the mountain
Wait, what?
The rain is falling
and it is midnight
Does she not have enough
sense to get out
of the rain?
John Robert McFarland
“You can observe a lot by
just watching.” Yogi Berra
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