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good to be in the rain again
for notes towards drafting
a map of the
heart at home
good to be in the rain again
deep as a puzzle of days
so little lit
pictured yet
as come along with the words
day grows a roof
and under, to listen
rhythm of tanks run
in, over then
the all night rain
a conjuring
images left where they were
somewhere round here
bitten says summer
a little uphill puff in it
as otherworldly as we are
each tumble sphere
falling to be
so far
and meet me
under a broad brim at home
where we call the weather in
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