The doings and un-doings of my day
The light swelling and the sky lanced
The laundry and the stench quenched
And the whole yard white with rain
And you calling you're still coming
And here you are and already gone
Only with you can I be alone
Because you are you can I be me
The sheets clean and the dishes done
And the day lies down in memory
Such a little day like a child passing
I hardly noticed her pale smile
And dreamed I heard her tell me
All this would only take a while
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