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Arrows of Rain
On the empty wall of my room
I think I'll put a picture of the rain. --
Hitting the ground,
And getting up to ankles,
The rain will be wetting my socks
And trousers from below;
Then my eyes will follow
Roof-edges,
Streets,
Sidewalks,
...tick, tick, tick...
Everything in the picture,
Until catching a black brolly,
And the shiny enamel shoes...
Saturday 27th June 2020 7:47 am
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