for awhile, months perhaps,
we worry
that the woods will burn,
that the crops won't
rise, that they will die
before their time.
and when it rains for days on
end, we look up
into the sky and pray
that it will stop
before the levees break,
before the rising
tide sweeps everything away.
is not finding and losing love
much the same?
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