Neca Stoller

The rain threads
through the green plaid
of the forest canopy
onto a downed oak;
splashing off an
orange umbrella
of a mushroom
sprouting there;
dripping down
between bent grasses
into the dark sand.
Arriving, just now,
on earth.

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The 2River View, 2_1 (Fall 1997)