Water is blind
But very accurate:
My entire
Life inside
The heartbeat rain
Scores seven
Cold tear drops.
This musical
Number beats
On every tile,
Fitting my whole
Loose change and
Steady income
In its bowl.
Tonight, the game
Of greed will have
No one to play it.
The fingers that shake
My hair can count
Every thing I need
And say goodbye.
I walk the splash
Of morning dew
Behind the big
Ears of city walls.
I am a small
Cloud-spotting-frog
Soaking kisses.














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