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The rain makes me think of a dying god’s tears.

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The rain makes me think of a dying god’s tears.

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Jan 11, 2023
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RAINY DAY IN NEW YORK CITY BY DC COPELAND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 105

Rainy day in New York City.  Makes me,

Takes me away from myself.  Makes me fear

For my life.  I do not know why.  Primal

Reason.  I am Primate.  Imagine Me:

Standing in the rain.  Impervious Me!

Come Storm!  Come Floods!  Come Hail!   

I am under You and I want to be truly under -

The clouds of grey are not attacking me.

They remind me:  I am nothing to them.

They notice me not.  But I see the clouds.

I feel the rain; in the heart where pain lives.

I am happy for the rain makes me think

Of a dying god’s tears.  He cries for

You, for Me, for all mortals.  His tears reign.

And what am I to do but weep with him.

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DC COPELAND

I learned my craft in poetry reading texts more than 8000 years old just as much as I learned from reading my contemporaries. My poetry has been published in Flare Journal, the 34thParallel Magazine Issue 89, Swifts Slow, aaduna, and The Commonline Journal.  I graduated from Yale University with a major in Eng…

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