Untitled: By Eugene McCarthy

Five drops of rain

fell on a stone.

The first one said
I have been ice.
The sky is green before the hail.

The second said
I was once the farthest flung

At the Trianon
Fountains are futile
All fountains fail.

The third one said
Women like to walk in the rain

I have known the dark tangles

Of a Lady’s hair

The fourth said
I have been a tear

I have tasted salt

The fifth one said

I am new water

Made of lightning and air.

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