Real Live Lover, Could Have Been a Book*

Walking in the rain
without an umbrella
or slicker in late May.

The bascule bridge
is drawn up.
A tall ship moves

slowly through.
People mumble
to themselves.

The pause
breaks a chain
of unfortunate thoughts.

She hums
a made-up tune.
No lyrics yet.

Some letters
have gotten drenched.
Others will drown.

* Nick Drake

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