Berdie
It has suddenly rained
on Second Avenue and
we are thinking of you
as the small thoughts of
the rain drum on tin
and soot runs down the
windows we always do
in the rain it’s no more
different than the rain
you went there honorably as
stone becomes sand and
the sad shore falls
into the unwilling sea
8 Notes
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