Covington I

sullen, warmer
warming earth
a vibeing thrum
a wet drumming hum
no one sleeps. 
Everyone’s asleep. 
Willow-eyed girls slip along
soaked-through cloth shoes
into brick buildings that have no foundation
Cyclicsound rainbeats dash through the drops, catch
every
one

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