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glisten to the
tips
rained last night
sake of novelty I
suspect
all night through me
the clanging wind
was giving a lecture on
the weather
something I know very
little about
and there was that
dinner party
which knife which fork?
everyone had different
utensils
experiment I guess
it rained last
I heard the roof
bucket in the drought
elsewhere is burning
must be much more I’ll
never remember
there’s suspense
how lovely we none of
us know what’s next
something for everyone
the rain is
the sun has shone
everything now
and I creak on my
hinges as well
open to all this
world
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