rain

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  would seeing you change anything ?

     seeing you naked? your lips  were more naked
      bare assed we both was    awkward at the beach
  in water caressed by jewels, kelp, maiden  fish clinging to the bowsprit 
  the galley coveted  

  the windjammer blocked

           the great voice caulked up with the factory of things we couldn't know
   these things trained us

               your beauty lifted me up
   like  a telephone pole looming in the country sklyline in Sussex New Brunswick
     as you're walking along the road just before the covered bridge and portable record  player
in your knapsack gets too heavy or like a priest lifting a ciborium and the matters of grace and 
   propinquity

  your letters got crazier




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