Summer Rain II

The air shall set me free,
You may bind my time,
And me.

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The first rain in summer
It sets me free.
The smell of the earth,
Of the raindrops,
On warm sun-kissed flowers
Their smell dissolving in air,
Like salt intensifying
Each breath I take.
Every breath sets me free.

The egrets chasing after
The woman reaping the grass,
Following the swoosh of her Scythe,
Know it, as they feed upon
Fleeing insects.
They know I am free.

I own the chirping of the birds,
The mad cuckoo’s call,
and the strength in my arms.
My face be veiled behind layers
Of cloth and guilt
Forced on;
But my mind is free.