The Rain Walkers
June 8, 2008
Mark us, the ones who sit at bus stops
and let the buses go by;
the ones who leave warm rooms
to walk through a thousand tiny ribs
of water, who pass each other with a nod.
Send us past banks of yellow windows,
flickering TVs, couples on couches,
roommates laughing under strings of lights.
Drench us with need, let life
well up from our footsteps
until the streets run with it.
by Ellen Goldstein
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Categories: Water
Ellen Goldstein
qarrtsiluni 
Oh. Wonderful. “A thousand tiny ribs of water” — and the end turns beautifully, just enough.
I love this poem the chant-like quality -a prayer for those who walk knowingly into the
water