a poem every day (or something close to that)
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
It's raining horses.
When it rains like this
newspapers slush
into pudding on the sidewalk.
When it rains like this
I have no doubt
that you would still love me
if you let your intentions run wild
like the horses they are.
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