buckets
in each room to catch the rain.
a crack
in the ceiling,
a weak roof.
the gutters full of leaves,
twigs,
dead things.
we'd wait until they were
full
then dump them in the street,
bring them
back in
to start all over again.
it's what i'd do with you.
when the best
thing to have done,
was to move.
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