Our Blue Earth explores the melancholy dark side as well as the natural beauties of rural life as seen through the eyes of the author as a young man growing up in Blue Earth, Minnesota. GRANDMA RAIN
When it rains hard,
I think of the small ring
I keep in a hollow book-- my grandmother
and her small hands.
She touches my cheek, smiles. I tell her my name again
and for a little while...
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Poetry