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it rained
and i was carried
out beyond the gate –
beneath the trees
an ocean
to embrace
i thought of you
another spring
and how it felt
to sail
beyond the reach
of sailors –
silver tides
it rained
and i remembered
nights where
in your arms
a pounding on the roof
whispers caught
between a moment
fell into
and waking far away
with only these
of the rain

. . .