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ursulaAh, to have an income that supports red wine . . .
Rains too much, where I'm from.
Not just gray sky, gray air.
Walk to school through houses
too cheap to look the same.
Water oozes down my forehead
drop by drop. Can't see
the other side of the river.
Then one morning
clouds roll into white.
There's a mountain past the river and the fog.
The sun shines on your hair
the same way, sometimes.
Rains too much, where I'm from.
Not just gray sky, gray air.
Walk to school through houses
too cheap to look the same.
Water oozes down my forehead
drop by drop. Can't see
the other side of the river.
Then one morning
clouds roll into white.
There's a mountain past the river and the fog.
The sun shines on your hair
the same way, sometimes.