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wakeful

the tropical winter rain
chilled with the monsoon wind
charms me from sleep
with its patter.

Each surface:
concrete, leaves, asphalt,
the miraculous
human body running.
the feet splashing,
surrenders
a symphony of sounds that rises
to the wakeful ear.

If listening is an act of love,
will you open your window?

by Christine Chia
from Separation: a history (2014)

 

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