A tiny bird
kept borrowing the rain.
He’d dash into the spray,
then hurry back out,
wearing a thousand diamonds
until one joyful shake
sent them flying.
Again and again,
as if happiness
were something
you could simply
run toward.

A tiny bird
kept borrowing the rain.
He’d dash into the spray,
then hurry back out,
wearing a thousand diamonds
until one joyful shake
sent them flying.
Again and again,
as if happiness
were something
you could simply
run toward.
