that was hesitant once
coats the streets
like useless lottery scratch cards
at bodega thresholds
one doesn't feel so broken
at the edges
you forget wounds that weep
and let the air give benediction
as your clothes get damp
your legs sing
spirituals that stitch past pain
and present regret
weary blues wait their turn
as you can barely stand
when what you got
is soreness and a weary heart
and few give a damn past their umbrellas
reluctant rain just reminds you
to let your pain hum
because who wants to remember
those kinds of words?
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