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pump
practical simile for the home maker
like a house heart
and under
our store of storm
our everywhere-well
how anciently the roof gave here
tank is hands-cupped concrete
and other lands don’t know
here sky’s collected
here now spent
washed in it
hands, hair, ears behind
our baptism
comes round a corner
gravity defied
that’s pipe, it might be snake-bite
tank is like coin in the bank
holds thing like nothing
like air
and just as moist at times
like in the system kicks in
you’ll hear the start
then pump is our teller
tickles round
rain like an arrow
mostly mild
a message goes unread
come green
and up
pump circulates
some stuff
it’s chuckle
for its own joke
behind the wall
taps!
the source is where we say
and where we will it’s run away
and did I mention pipe?
how hum
and all these several stops
voice of the pump
isn’t a rodent run in the wall
scratch of the unknown roof bird
tanker is a last resort
foul town expensive stuff
my reader mainly drinks
roof is all collecting
hears everything the sun says too
the city will never know
magic of how our water’s here
how a sky’s run through us
end to end
we’re made of mist
tree is dripping over
cloud is almost passed
it’s thunder in the hollow we hold
night, day
frog wants in
but lid is on
web tries out the rain
one thing is another
we’re always led to believe
like is
like I say
that’s where the source is
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