| I saw not much of the rain |
| I saw not much of the rain Though it fell and flowed Down the drains and Dripped Through Stone. Sleeping eyes se little Their lids hide so much from me. Where were you slipped out of bed? Slippered your feet and On the back porch smoked Solitary cigarettes staring at The green brick wall of the next house. My tears soaked through my pillow, I said I was drooling. What's disturbing your mind That you won't tell me? So the next night I was the one Slippered cigarette smoker The same green bricks glowing Under the city's pale glowing sky. |
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