Rain moves in
Over the library towers
And the summer turns cold around me
And walk to the store
Where are we now
That the movement of our bodies
Is less than the motion of trees
Or shadows across wet lawns
Driving was something we could hold onto
The roads, the stops the feeling of going,
All
Taken-care-of
Expected, like the rain.
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