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1.
If they don’t come out
I’ll … come about

And if they won’t go in
Then what? he said with a grin

Then they are still out
And I … won’t come about
So … I get in
And they’ll have the grin

2.
I’m sitting here
On the pavement
Eyes closed
In the rain
Because I had to get out
Or I’ll had done

I’d done a thing to regret
And while I’m sitting here
Getting socked
I’m thinking
Of her…
Wet to the bone
A river runs down my hair
And him

And the longer I wait
The harder it gets
To get in
My sock is wet
Though I know
With every second
My mouth dry
My return or re-enter
Will depend on her
Digression
Discretion

I lift my head
I see the lantern
By a blur of light
And I sense

Someone its sense
Is that a crack
And there’s rest in that blur
There’s more

There’s reassurance
I feel eyes
On my back

Wet eyes

And I look at the lantern
Feeling it
Sensing
He’s happy
And dry

I smile with wet happiness
Though the lantern gets wet
It’s only at the bottom
And he…

Never gets there
Staying under his roof
Well sealed
And his family…

Closing in

They have a balance
With both relatives
They’re near

But
He has enough room
For his freedom
Who is there
Without rain

A happy blur it is
Indeed
And I look to him
And I mean up
Opening my eyes
Getting wet

I stand and feel
Up and wet
I ring the bell

She opens

I nod to the lantern
Copying the blur

I get in
And the other one too