As It Rains
Her fever's broken
but we can't fall
back to sleep
as a noisy cell
of slashing rain
stalls above the house at 5 a.m.
It's loud, she says,
and I, It's wonderful.
I know,
she whispers.
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James Harris recently received an NEA fellowship and the Poetry Society of America's Lyric Poetry Award. He is a former Stanford Stegner fellow and works at University of California, Berkeley.
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