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14.   On Other Worlds

It rains on other worlds,
It may run sideways or upside-down.
It may be made of radon, argon, mercury,
Volcano ash, blood, honey.
It rained the night you arrived
Faintly through the willows,
Silently into the violet lake.
The Earth smelled like cloverleaf,
Orange sky, sequined leather chairs,
Embroidered sheets, green-gold irises,
Disheveled chestnut hair,
Black lace falling down,
Licorice candles tipping over,
Cherry-chocolate frappacino.
Rain, just rain, never thunder,
Like a movie set or a hammock dream,
And music never heard before
And magic we had to let go
We walked through 
The last bit of Earth gravity.
You made a fist to punch through
The cardboard sunset,
And when your hand opened
It was full of stars.
I would have loved you
Even on Mars. 

poetry & photos © 2006 Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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