Body and spirit

A poet adopts Rilke as father,
Pointing at sky ,now raining,
As spirit ,on bodies of things.

I adopt him too from the sky
The father of spiritual things
Raining down poems on us.

His spirit reins on our body
Of things,as soft gentle rain,
As his words infuse minds.

Poetry words will rain down
A spirit of an adopted father
On our bodies of thingness.

As my thingness fizzles down
I join him, moustache and all
To pour down my gentle rain.

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