Thursday, February 1, 2024

like rain

   





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Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.


—Robert Creeley
The Rain, excerpt


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