Hail
I sit awaiting the rain,
Hails all it brings.
Collecting shatter,
Fragmented thoughts of images i've seen.
At a bus stop dancing pictures in running gutters amongst oil and starlight.
Torrent I danced in it,
Pouring down I was freed.
A half gallon of sunlight and a lotto ticket.
A perfect...
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