Moon Poems

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More rain today.
In an hour it may stop.
I sit under the skylight and just listen.
There is much anyone can hear.
I can also feel the drops,
even though not one hits me.
What is it like,
to be hit by a drop and not get wet?
The way air touches the top of my head,
the way pressure pushes outwardly
from inside my fingers,
the way Li Po moon poems
sound when life is so silent.

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