July 8, 2011

The Distant Rain Finally Finds Us by Ryan Bayless


     In a summer field
     beneath white mountains
     yarrow and aster
     discover the ground.


     We walk on through forests
     and feel between our teeth
     the delicate leaves
     of tiny white flowers.


     Thunder all day
     but not a drop meets the meadow.
     Almost at dusk
     the distant rain finally finds us. 

Ryan Bayless lives in Austin, Texas and teaches writing at Texas State University and Fine Arts courses at Texas A&M-Central Texas.  His work has appeared in Hawk & WhippoorwillAlba, Willows Wept ReviewRight Hand Pointing, and elsewhere.

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