RainRun
rain-needles,
gray shots of warm pain,
they punch
and then explode. . .
the steam rises pungeantly
from the street
and from my body
as my senses seek to swallow
the coolness of summer rain,
as pleasant now
as any balm
upon my beleagered muscles,
skin and bones.
1987
gray shots of warm pain,
they punch
and then explode. . .
the steam rises pungeantly
from the street
and from my body
as my senses seek to swallow
the coolness of summer rain,
as pleasant now
as any balm
upon my beleagered muscles,
skin and bones.
1987
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