The English language derives no words
from the Latin imber.
If you look at the moon as it nears full,
when the sun sets and flashes between
pine trees, on a day after storms that
flood the sidewalks with clay
and leaves the air stretched from
horizon to horizon, a little anxious with clarity,
you will notice that oxygen tints the
basalt seas the color of thunderclouds.
After some inspection, perhaps as you watch the
lunar surface glisten between
bare branches, like
something precious washed in torrents
and left to dry between rusted growth, too
alive to be metal,
you may locate the Mare Imbrium.
It is true.
There are no English derivatives,
but the original remains in our sky,
untouched by time or rain.
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