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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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  1. June 8, 2008 at 7:58 pm

    Oh. Wonderful. “A thousand tiny ribs of water” — and the end turns beautifully, just enough.

  2. eve rifkah
    June 25, 2008 at 10:23 am

    I love this poem the chant-like quality -a prayer for those who walk knowingly into the

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