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the_promise_of_rain
in a silent way a car knifes through skittish gravel
making ugly music as it goes
a voice and the body it belongs to
shrinking
to a murmur, and a pinprick

blue-grey quilt
not near enough to touch
promises a small flood
to be wrung from its deepest layer
by careless hands

it isn't a threat
when there's no doubting the outcome

promises are perfect swimmers
solemn and unknowable
threats are kinder things
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