Rain
Sing “Rain, Rain”
with me, Daddy,
she says, falling back
from the window
bed, curling
into the gap between
my outstretched arm
and ribs. Okay, I say,
and sing, Rain, rain go
away, come again some
other day. Rain, rain
go away come again
some other day, while
hoping the rain will stay
to keep her and her sisters
home, away
from the thunderheads, the
lightning, the hail, the hands
of the jerk I saw on the news
who touched a little girl
at the store while her mom’s
back was turned, then turned
and walked away.
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