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Nile rain

A poem.

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Ann Hermes
Boaters and felucca operators cross the Nile River in Assiut, Egypt.

Droplets hopped inside their perfect circles on the waves.

聽Then it all thrashed down in sheets

聽and drummed up a mist above the river:

a real rain for the second time in a week, and rare.

聽The sodden fog thickened and formed a bridge

聽to the island where not all of the foreigners live.

At the officers鈥 club on the opposite shore

聽a team of ten drenched rowers

聽skipped up the slippery slats of the ramp

聽to the boathouse.

聽Fumbling along with the long boat and oars,

the red-faced coaches cursed under their shawls.

聽Even while the wind was hurling its arrows,

聽my personal heroes聽

聽the fishermen聽

swept out in the brightly painted, tipping wooden boats聽

to stand barefoot on the stern and let the nets tumble in.

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