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Click hereIt doesn't rain, anymore, in April.
March is still miserable.
At least, it is when the slush slumps down-
Intolerably grey-
Into the stooped, fallen sidewalk
Like milk sopped porridge;
Seeping around, through, and past
Re-vulcanized
Rubber and acrylic,
And warming
Between itching toes;
Pulling
The distant eye
Down.
I read this poem at least twenty times, I love it, so real.