i
sun hits
mountainside glows
clouds hover
mountainside goes
same mountain
ii
sharp ridges of cloudtops
melted frame of cloudbottoms
iii
evening rain
evening sun
i wear my sunglasses
while i have wipers on
last week
along first base line
drop is thrown at my cheek
i look for thrower
folks are drinking beer
yelling at right fielder
eating nachos
no one looks back
game ends
we walk to car
mist turns to sprinkles
we rush inside
drops drill me
through inchandahalf gap
of broken driver's window
i drive to store
for eggs and milk
the crashes against hood
stop me
i turn for home
his 16 years say
no
let's go
we
have
to
go
my hand shifts to R
in front of store
we brace with baseball caps
slam doors
splash in
tonight
stars poke through
midnight-blue-at-9-o'clock blanket
half moon
less than half way to the top
of unharnessed sky
hole swallows key
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