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Such a small thing
thimble in a ballroom, nickel in a bowling alley
piss in a colosseum
no one wants to say stream in a desert
tall or dense grass thatched around
a shallow draw or an easy carve out of loess hills
sun drops away and Thunderbird plumes up
rumble feathers shock space, spark
against each other, spark out, flare down
Febold holds his wife, they both
peer into the downpour blur from the mouth
of their four-car garage out west of town
in the new subdivision past highway 77
the blacktop driveway ghosting steam
and sending runoff down to the road
her hair soft on his shoulder
rain hard on the fresh sod
and they will hold each other like this
until the end of folklore
and dawn expands like a nova
over the world, like the birth of fire
but the rain sheets down unlucky in love
a small thing lost on a green dance floor
can’t find her roots, any reason to go on
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