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Liquid words fall from the sky

And my mind like cupped hands

Catches all that it can

They mingle as they wait there

Until like a squid

I release my ink

In premeasured blobs

On pretty page after page

But my mind longs

For the words that got away

The storm drains

Full of poems and novels

Perhaps as they evaporate

And fall again

My mind can reclaim some of them