WHAT THE RAIN SAID ABOUT LOVE
By Jennifer Chapis
to the rooster:
the echo is yours
to the feather:
futility does not suit you
to the buttercup:
you do not mean to die
mean never not to
to the genitalia of grasshoppers:
some will laugh
that’s their job
to the land:
fears leapt from the lake bottom
to the human heart:
gift the mouth of yourself
over and again
to the scrawling witness:
listen: bluebird heartbeat
thunder jackrabbit thunder
to the lovers:
resin the source
tenderness
to the fingerprint:
be small enough to feel it