CHASE

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    CHASE

     Chase
    The rain—
    Seek the arc
    Of colored light
    Bending its body,
    Signing its reverence
    Above earth, beneath heaven—
    Tempting one’s quest to find its end
    See the sun-drenched droplets ride the rays
    Spanning one sevenfold spectrum of shades.

    Copyright© 1999-2009 Caryl Ramsdale  All Rights Reserved.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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