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I knew a woman
know her still
just the way I’m supposed to speak
but I knew a woman
afraid of doctor visits
who said my backyard was beautiful

I told her once
tell her still
I want to see the lake in the rain
something she disagrees with
the rain brings a god shaking his fist

so now or then
when it rains
and my backyard looks beautiful
the lake echoes a hundred fingerprints
well I want to write something
maybe a sonnet
but I never do