Pieces of Rain
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Just past the harbor-side dam
I saw your head on the ground.
If the pieces be found,
shall I watch you fall down
like the rain?
Shoes without feet can't feel pain.
My reason has just come apart.
If we bury your heart,
shall I carry your hand
like a charm?
Red stains should not cause alarm,
water gets anything white.
If your wings fail in flight,
shall I weep over you
like the sea?
Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com