Soft Spring Rain

I see the rain tap on the window
lying in bed, the pain radiating
from my hip to my knee–

The chickadees dip and fly-
their nest under the metal lip
of a vent in a our building

The cottonwood trees send messages
covering the air in brown and gold
They too are looking to recreate

As the pain eats into my head
I lie there
wishing I too could fly

on the spring rain—


Published in Outside my Window in 2013.

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