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The roof misses a beat where the sheet has lifted. Water threads through the seam and finds my wrist. I had been holding my shoulders as if they were something to carry. One shoe answers the roof. The other comes in late. Rain keeps its uneven measure. I stop correcting my feet. Beyond the dry strip, my open palm fills and empties. The coat is no drier. I leave with the sleeve dark and my hand unclenched.
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Tin Roof Weather I duck beneath a sheet of tin Pull my wet sleeve off my skin Rain runs off the folded edge And beats the tin above my head Rain on the tin I can move to that Rain on the tin I can move to that My shoulders drop an inch or two My right heel lifts inside my shoe I miss the beat and find it late Then laugh with water on my face Tin roof weather Rain on the tin I can move to that Rain on the tin I can move to that My coat is no less wet I stop pulling at the sleeves I hold a hand beyond the roof Let water fill my palm It spills down to my elbow I turn towards the street Rain on the tin I can move to that Tin roof weather I leave the little patch of dry And lift my face outside
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