It's raining in Eva
& damp flowers bloom
Black waters rise where
her long legs lie
Pond weeds twine on couch legs
& clouds glide by
in bright-edged files
across her ceiling tiles
& hide her starry houselights
Behind her bangs
behind her bright bangs
an uncloudy day
shines & fades
& shines & fades again
but Eva rains
Eva rains
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