February 7th, 2012 at 10:57AM

The Return of the Rivers

by Richard Brautigan

All the rivers run into the sea;
yet the sea is not full;
unto the place from whence the rivers come,
thither they return again. 

     It is raining today
in the mountains. 

     It is a warm green rain
with love
in its pockets
for spring is here,
and does not dream
of death

Birds happen music
like clocks ticking heaves
in a land
where children love spiders,
and let them sleep
in their hair. 

     A slow rain sizzles
on the river
like a pan
full of frying flowers,
and with each drop
of rain
the ocean
begins again.

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