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Every drop
The sun made me squint
But felt good on my cold skin
And I wondered what was troubling me
My feet were heavy in imagined snow.
A wet light cloth of anger
Was blown from my shoulders
And something was extinguished
Ashes in my gut.
Expecting rain I did not know
What was troubling me
Maybe a pursuer
Waiting in another room.
Or following me
Through trees and traffic
In a city
I don’t know.
There was time for thinking
Emotion did not master me
Like a cat frightened by a hiss
Or the heavy clap of hands.
No rage born of pain
No anger of the caged
The slow crackling of a fire
Nerves become inured.
Smoke was rising like relief
A little insight
Nobody walks here with me
And they are not where I am going.
Maybe that’s what bothers me
Every drop of broken water
Makes noise but does not listen
Spitting what it wants to hear.
