the trees stir the sky
making it whirl green and gray
the worst hits:
my grim neighbor sweeps water
off her sidewalk
as it pours, purply-black
meanwhile:
my sweetie and i
do some bump-de-butt
to clarence carter's
/strokin'/
and giggle
inbetween the thunder.
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