When the dark fleet footed clouds
Settle above me
Into pink candy floss
Like the plump face
Of my Mongolian muse
From a folk tale
I quiver as they thunder
I rush outside
Take the shorter alley
Before I reach the bell
On my toes
I hear their voices in unison
Floating in mildly wet echoes
I see them on rooftop
I scream loud
It teems down
And there was us
Happy and bare
It all belonged here
Every drop inside us
We got back up plans
If it stopped early
We will roll in the mud
Won't brush
No school tug
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