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Under the rain,

two dogs,

a burlap sack of keys.

Like Paul Simon and

a lover in grey sweats,

I keep growing older.

Honey. What are you doing here?

Your mother in a black sedan,

a boy bursting into tears,

don’t I know you?

I’m under the rain

watching what you’re

doing here,

but I don’t know what

I’m doing here.

A dance song in F sharp,

a young woman and Fitzgerald,

a black manta ray,

an article on death,

a glass full of toffee,