The beat of rain & other scraps

Rainwater from the rooftop
like a grandfather clock pendulum,
a plastic bucket hollow
or a slow beat on a bongo

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No one would ever lay in the grass like that
yet there she was with leather on
embracing the code offense in the yard (gasp)

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Her cami straps like overcooked angel hair spaghetti
(or something)

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