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running in the rain

mostly we live in our senses

breath on breath,

skin, the body moving through space.

the rain is falling into a canopy of overhead branches

through the leaves, against my face

on my little old dog and I,

our feet pattering against the pavement

the orange sky fading along the horizon

her muddy, wet fur,

water in my eyes, on my skin,

soaking my hair, clothes, shoes, everything.

not just tonight,

something detonated this restless stirring

longing spark of disquieting questions

here in the rain, at night, beside this little old dog.


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