Rain Man

Griefs that my father carries,
I carry them upon my shoulder.
My mother’s unmended heart –
I carry in a silver jewelry box.
All my brother’s sorrows,
Bland in hate, blind in helplessness,
I prance to carry them like
A dancing dagger on my belt.
Afar alone, love dew that
My girl yearns, I carry it in my throat –
In dry, whilst a noon time song
Spatters the sound of rain.

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