We make the room
a dance floor.
Twirl like clouds
about to rain for hours
over the entirety of the
earth’s desserts.
A pas de deux that
gives life to
all dead things.

And, when we storm
the pouring is so loud
that everything parched
runs toward us —
a celebration of elements
remembering that every
ecosystem relies
on the drenching.

And we drink.

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