In Which I Can’t Play the Piano

We, interrupted
by the rain
began to ask questions of ourselves
of the world
of the future

What if this was a porch?
(would the rain blow in as far?)
What if this was a house?
(where would the bookshelves go?)
What if this was a life?
(city vs. country?)

And the rain
the rain
the rain

And the thunder
the thunder
the thunder

And the light
the light
the light

The questions of porchhouselife
answered by the peaceful patterflashcrash.

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