Kathryn Peterson
DNA

Rain brings forth the scent of the soil
and the knowledge that you are me.
I know you, I feel it.

Enemy, family, brother, lover,
somewhere, sometime, we shared
bread, or sweat, or ancestors.

Us, we, they, them,
just as colors look better against a gray sky
we complement one another.

Rain carries feral memories,
swirls them around stones,
and paints rings to bind us.

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