Sitting Here in the Rain

sitting here in the rain
I cannot see
your wind-wild eyes
watching me
somehow time stopped
long ago
only moths and mysteries
remember when
but now
water like a flood
pours into my flesh
my vision fails
and I look out upon
rain-beaten worlds
twisting and floating
down they fall
hard to concrete
like the empty green bottle
I smashed yesterday
under the dock


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