Very nearly lost, sweet April rain reminds me
When I’m a child waiting out the storm to land a foot
Beyond puddle cratered bleary window outdoor apocalypse,
Chhhhhhhhhh chhhhhhhhhhhh chhhhhhhhhhhh
Tuh tuh tuh tuh titititit tuh chhhhhhhh
Silent umbrella extended human consciousness ponder
Dripping pregnant cloud impressionist highlights
On buildings across the city weighted indiscriminately, lonely—
The scars make infants of our happiness, frame our shadows crying.
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