Mark Cunningham

  

 

Second Story
 
Shower Curtain

 
  A downpour spews
the moment you step behind.
 
And this gives no shelter.
The earth reels round the sun:
 
you make the longest trips
without moving much.
 
In time, too.  Naked, tool-less,
you stand beyond the social veil.
 
For hours after you come back
no clothes can stain you. 







 


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