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Aug 2013
walking through, a rain shower,
that hangs in the air,
refreshing wash in waves power
past the umbrella
held overhead, trapping droplets
about the head and face
dampness that chases
any warmth from
your clothes and skin
and now the fabric
soaks it in
holds fast
past your shoulders
to those knees
        and feet
while you become
a single celled life
form which holds
water like a sponge.
Sponge.


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Ottar
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