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the rain comes in from the west

at first the thunder overshadows

the highway din



rain, like tactical sex

or a good massage,

varies in intensity



i can only write a poem

i can not speak to you

of the physical joy

we don not tipple up



absorbing less for thirst

and more for flavor



the rain is on to your town

the asphalt is shiny



i am in the middle of a moment

where i don't know where

to go



i feel like the only one as

the neighbors, with lab coats

and office attire empty

the parking lot



i would like to take pictures

of your tactical joy



and i have a camera