Rain Poem by Leslie Philibert

Rain



rain drinks my sight and makes my face the sea, i
am falling apart like a wet newspaper, this is not
friendly water landing in a tin bucket on an autumn
evening when the lights flow outside too, this is
eyond cleaning and baptism, this might be the end
of the world, and so it should be.

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