Love Poem: December Rain
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Written by: Gerald Dillenbeck

December Rain

She muddles an unusually warm December
dark drooling deep afternoon

Drizzly wait,
not long before her hungry needy kids return from school,
she props herself against back porch wall,
knees up,
peering out 
listens to wonder how her life is the same,
and different,
compared to this river flowing surely and widely
but silently south behind our backyard,
while a raucous river of cars in front
shuttle up and down self stated highway's over-fueled Advent traffic,
punctuated with violent horn blasts,
or perhaps warmly intended "Hello"s, "Just passing by...."

EarthJustice passing.
Water toward the south Sound,
carbon-eaters to her back
across our front yard Advent
of early evening's commercial family business,
industry,
institutions for competing corporate commodification
flowing toward stealthy syncopated impatience,
and then by-passing away.

By-passing,
messiah's mass faltering
to sing in her faithful
but worn thin heart and air,
hoping her river loves co-redemptive Sounding ocean
even more than busy motors 
surging through more urgent toxic time
investment to completely commercialize
this Birthing Wonder's self-purgative sacred flow
into therapeutic nature

Flow,
transubstantiating home and families
into consumer markets
float down her river of mid-December's discontent
with waiting.

Discontent,
gloaming river fog
spreads miraculously radiant around one uninvited yellow street light
waiting for her family's bus
delivering this December night's transforming birth.