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Thank Gerard
Cascade: rain torrential rain
waterfalls down our stone facade.
Our fields lately fire-parched
now glossy cross the flat rise
you ploughed earlier. The whole
length of one sillion-streak gleams
Gerard
cut-stroke the sillion the gash
we have in mind is your mind
lifting muck-life
turned sunstruck to each side
silvershot at low sunset after the rain
every drop cataract
is not this the rain
we have longed for, you and I
God to you
hold him close-folded
above his sillion
Loft him Halo him
Prize him high, pen in hand
his two uprooted feet
flailing awkward rain-streaked
below his healing blooded knees.
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