#348 - two wet ones

 

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two wet ones

life on the Bucketing Downs

 

to Earth!

this is a breezless pointing

tin chatter peer roofs through

 

all brim and rise

trip tangle

 

what’s past damp?

the deluge!

 

things live in it

locked down

wipers on full

 

cicadas now can’t hear themselves

 

soak it up

the page of rain

 

emanation of bite

all skin’s fair game

 

each drip a little lens

and show

 

I under covers tucked

and know

 

the world can still come back

 

 

 

postdiluvian

 

more leaf

and swelling

 

world an inch higher

rot to ensure

 

a little limbsup sunshot

to light

so now all see

 

unspeakable things crawl out