CLEANSING
I stand in the open doorway
waiting for the rain,
the innocent rain
as all of nature, save us.
The town is silent now
wrapped in its night clothes,
but today people flounced past barefaced
much too closely.
As in classic Greek epics
they will not let us
bury our dead.
What does the moon mean to them
do they even notice,
or Venus the star of rendezvous.
We wait for rain,
yet the old superstitions
no longer sustain.
--Ray Greenblatt
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