Rarely do I remember another month, August.
Rarely another day do I remember.
I threw tarps over a life
and never could they reach?
still hastily I gathered
tarps more rare by the hour
in the city of nothing to spare.
I draped true but thin shores
for the shipwreck
as the radio said:
Rarely does as rarely has
grown tired of not doing.
Take your rarities.
Take your household gods.
If you have no gods:
make them.
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