hearing
the rain
for
what it really is
a
drifter tapping
on
the roof
bare
feet
like
a sculptor's hands
there
are signs of gray clay
by
the roadside
moving
on
when
the wind
says
so
---
e b bortz
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2 comments:
wonderful work ebbortz, loved everybit of it
many thanks.
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