I was at the hospital.
It was a quarter past two.
I was waiting for my husband.
There was nothing to do.
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Rain, Poetry by James Kennon
Rain falls like terminal dodo birds liquefied by infinite speed,
gravity plunges one way, directional confusion of enveloping skins, wave upon wave etc…
