Rain Walker
And I walk in the rain
for hours
night or day
In murky darkness
I come bearing
toads and worms.
I walk
and walk.
I do not rest.
I do not stop.
Bathed in salt rain
you will find me.
The scorpion sun
will nibble on my wet
feet and ankles.
I will not scream
night or day.
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