for a minute standing here is alright
in the mild torment of rainy winds
they carry only coldness to my skin
they feel alright for a minute
thereafter, my bones start failing to comply
an urge to run there, to that lone bulb glowing
and stand underneath it and just that
this home will be left behind me
for a little while
I will be looking at it from there
leave now than later.
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