long blessed days of bleated wintry rain:
saturate these plotted clods of soil,
rushing rivulets breach the old city’s
crumbling outer wall
as we stealthily take two pots of
Asian tea with our stale smokes and
swing out like happy apes onto the
glistening mossy porch to gaze
and laze within the whispering
wet, far flung meandering day.
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