Thursday, July 17, 2008
JUNE RAIN
JUNE RAIN We wait in line at the money machine, standing in the rain, no umbrellas, hearing the tires play droning music on wet asphalt to the metronome beat of windshield wipers, hating what we have to endure for the sake of money that evaporates like puddles while in the eaves the sparrows, who do...
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