On the first dry evening
I open the door to the yard
and see in spite of the dark
the vine, as if suddenly,
fresh green, thick with leaf.
Opening the front door
next morning, still rainless,
I confront mist: startlingly white,
wiping out hills and mountains
above the other side of the street.
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