I left my book out
and it rained
so now it's dripping
even as I write this
to you on my feet
pinned to the ground
by long wires of
twilight a green
cloud pierces or
festoons and enters
your heart that
ancient city Oyez
Oyez all rise
here comes the book
of tears washed clean .
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