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We walk together,
Our shoulders touch every now and then,
The rain pouring down your umbrella.
The cold bites. We hardly talk.
But we find pleasure
In smelling the rain.
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The old tiger, perhaps
Fat and strong a long time ago,
Looks subdued. He barely
Moves his head,
As flies land proudly
On his nose and ears.
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When there is rain
I need no aphrodisiac—
Its smell is enough!
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Now is the time
but there’s nothing I can do.
Something is lost, the upshot
of trying hard to chase the gold.
And the ensuing confusion
rattles me on the borderline
with a cursing cold.
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So what if I drift today?
Anyway people have nothing to say—
that is, if one doesn’t have this
sense or the boldness
to admit this, too,
whatever others’ deepness,
is itself a part of the stroll
we call experience.
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Something is wrong
that cannot be denied.
Still people think
it's gonna be all right.
I hate to think
they're too lazy to think,
so they just let the demon
drink and drink.
Copyright © Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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