rain you are my Rubix cube of night
tell me once again why, on facebook,
your relationship status says single
when my eyes married the sky and
your blackened clouds. I expect,
in the middle of August, you'll
be gone--flightless fox of April.
Let light carry you away moreso than
sour memories of no-fun Sundays; let light
break you apart like exhalations
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