Rain
Rain sprays upon the silky leaves,
I remembered us playing under a storm's docile eve.
My hair rests upon my shoulder, like wet paintbrush postering the shirt.
And you floated a sailboat upon that river by the sidewalk, flooded with some dirt.
We followed it through till the boat goes to the end of a hole, and we never wondered where it really flows.
So we messed, laughed and rested, then giggled on our tiptoes.
I hear the rain again, looking for excited shadows.
Just let the breeze begin, and there could be no tomorrow.

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