It’s not the day it was, it’s not the clock I’m watching. It’s not the crow in the tree or the dogs in the yard. The lines are off, the rhyme is broken, the light is bright and useless too. Blessings and curses come and go; neither are enough. The riotous rain is gone, but the damage is done, seeping through the ceiling in the dining room. The roof won’t take another determined drizzle. The house won’t stand much longer. I am lost and you are gone, and I still keep going out in the on and on.
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