And now for a quick poam that mimics the day
The Difficult Miss S.
and Her Nibbly Things
(on randomly flipping open
a book of writing by James Joyce
on a short car ride and reading
two out-of-context lines each page.)
All the day, the rain doth fall
Without sun, nor break
of cloud.
The rain, the rain,
the rain, the rain,
Oh! the rain, the rain, the rain
it doth fall.
Down.
Without sun.
Since the day begun
there is no sun.
Only rain.
The rain. No
sun save but
for the rain.
It doth fall
upon the ground
like rain.
My heart bursts.
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