Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Through the ceiling comes

the rain to cool my lover
the rain to cool my lover
and me. The lime carpeting
and me. The lime carpeting
darkens, and when we cross
darkens, and when we cross
to retrieve our glasses —James Tate
to retrieve our glasses
—James Tate

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