Crying
Suddenly she came. Neither
thunder’s roar nor lightning’s strike announced her.
I was sweeping the dirt-covered walk
just beyond my front porch with a broom
I had made myself
from broken straw and twisted branches. It left
bold, beautiful patterns
as I swirled it back and forth. Emerging from a daydream,
it occurred to me
that I had inadvertently outlined in the dirt
all of Egypt; complete—
with the Nile running straight through it—all
dried up,
until she came.
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