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When the Rain Speaks By Marianne Yenouskas     yellow as cigarette-stained hands I thought of the way old curtains hang lonely and forgotten when I saw you small as a single grain of rice your eyes met mine and flew away two birds racing into the trees when you cried from your hospital bed  for me to leave  as soon as I had entered the room my breast bone cracked the way daybreak does across a quiet dawn sky you didn’t want me to see you that way stitched and tied  a rabbit hung and strung in a butcher’s window rain kissed the windows telling me you were leaving and from your mouth I saw only the blood of the moon heard only the whisper of tulips in spring and felt only my heart a cold river stone you wanted me to remember you graceful and brilliant as moonlight patterns across a pond Marianne Yenouskas has been writing poetry since the age of 14. Inspired by Sylvia Plath as a youth, and Pablo Neruda in her adult years, her writing style is both mer- curial and yet predictable in that, in one way or another, it gives voice to the soul. Marianne is an alumna of Smith College and an Ada Comstock Scholar.  A student of life, she resides on the Gulf Coast of Florida where she is the mom to one human and one fur baby. 17