Rains, you patter on
The tents- soft mouse-foot
Patter,
I think of Tennessee aunts
In wet tall grass-
Two headed horses feeding
From her hand,
Feeding her of this;
And flying army
Ants-
Escorting pregnant airplanes
All the way over the
Royal crown sea
To the hospitals of Spain.

Robert Rorabeck

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