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Rain All Night, Paris

On the road home the tide is rising.

Riding the road-tide is dangerous
but it’s not safe to stand still.
Hang on the verge & you drown.

I’m going along for the tide.
I may see more riders further on.
Drowning must wait till I get there

and who knows who might be waiting
with a flashlight, a thermos,
even a raft or canoe.

“Rain All Night, Paris” from SPRINGING: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS by Marie Ponsot, copyright © 2002 by Marie Ponsot. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.

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Author

Date

For Crying Out Loud

Terrance Hayes

09/27/2013