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Cold Rain Road (Free verse) by middenHeap
That black bird
Hunched in the rain on a pole,
Knows my soul for its similarity
And cries out once, without blinking.
But I am too distant
And he turns his head,
While the steel cubes of men hiss mindlessly by me.
They are blank, cars, and have no soul
And I cannot
Tell whether one might skid suddenly
And destroy me.
My fragile egg body
Walks gingerly in the wet
And I feel the same shame that draped me
When, seven, I pissed myself in the mall.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.428571
Weighted score: 5.1152606
Overall Rank: 6000
Posted: January 28, 2004 2:05 PM PST; Last modified: January 28, 2004 2:54 PM PST
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