I drink rain
from the cloud
you gazed at
last week
standing on
a beach
I cannot see
and not seeing
want to hear
and not hearing
and wondering
be sad
and being sad
think farewell
on account
of nothing
but this
small glass of
tap water


Pat Watt, date unknown

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