Syracuse

Whenever I return
to the place I was born,
it rains. The stone lot
where the trailer was parked
floods. To my sister:
I never ratted on you,
and I never would.
No matter how hard it rains
I’ll wait for you and
together we will drown.

 

 

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Rodger LeGrand
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