at night in the basement alone

i’m going to oregon
because I see you coming through the curtain
door like flashes of lightening
in the dark dark sky over
the river on the bridge
the spit puddles atop the melting ice
are wishes
how can it rain without clouds?
from the stars
that have multiplied like cloudscapes
my spit shooting like stars

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