june rain

glow lance drove parallel strikes in the sleepy tummy

fool doze I saw how buckles and lights are

and the gravel belt against splayed sun

and those toffee sins what the clouds are

and the arable grey them levers of the rains press

open shafts to the nicene heartache within

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