Wednesday, October 10, 2007


my socks are wet just as i would have passed through a field
of wild growing grass.i feel water slowly dripping from my chin.
it's fifty three minutes past one.i'm walking faster.
the letter i wrote to you i probably wet in my bag.
i received one from you which soacking wet as i took it
out of my mailbox,remember?i told you.
it's's pouring rain.


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