The Marathon

Last night,
raindrops visited upon my roof to tell a story,
somersaulted thousands of miles from the heavens,
landed with a war cry during a most ungovernable hour.
They trekked across red tiles,
down the sides of stern walls,
through grimy gutters,
delivered forbidden messages,
confided transcendent thoughts…

They’ve seen him on the other side.

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