a soft rain on
the late morning
creature by the
curb crushed silver
the room of tea
comfort and work
unwanted my
fingers recoil
coil a million
times a million
times our mother
the snake slips out
of her skin to
feel grass again
a soft rain on
the late morning
creature by the
curb crushed silver
the room of tea
comfort and work
unwanted my
fingers recoil
coil a million
times a million
times our mother
the snake slips out
of her skin to
feel grass again
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