The Same Dress

We wore the same dress
that one summer
just by chance

It caught our eye
and held it
long enough

Long, below the calf
flowing, drifting soft
in a delta evening breeze

Summer rain fell
teasing at the blanket
wrapped around a vacant city

Breathing out anonymity
underneath a cardboard tent
it does not rain much here

When there is not a home
summer never ends
and school is never over

The city spins rough against my knees
keeps me up late
takes getting used to

Sleeping on cement
sooner or later
I will come in

I will go inside
where rain falls
when I say so

When I know best
it is time to sleep
when I can

For days at a time
stone cold sober
on a real bed

It is my place now
a place for me
when it rains

No one needs to know
it will always be summer and
it does not rain much here

So now how is it
we wore the same dress
that one summer

just by chance

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