July Rain

July rain
in a year of drought
as I plant peas
in the new garden
I have spent months
building in

The sky has been quiet
and I have been thinking
and maybe the zucchini
will bring change
and blessing.

I dreamed last night
of my parents’ new home–
the one they inhabited
when they left me
behind on earth.

This new soil is
yielding such discovery.
What else, I wonder,
should be planted?

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