6am rain

oh christ the wash from your passing
pulled my pegs out
now I'm sideways across at 6am

with a headful of wet
I want to run down the path
pull you in

just for being unconscious
come back apparition passing dream
I don't want to stop yet

the brown water and rain

I want your sway to keep coming
your crying claws
in my grass
your heft your shove

in all your long wet wake
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