I am desolate in dimension
circling the sky
like a rainy bird,

wet from toe to crown,
wet from bill to wing.

I feel like the drowned king
at the pomegranate circus.

I vowed last year
that I wouldn't go again,
but here I sit in my usual seat,
dripping and clapping

as the pomegranates go by
in their metallic costumes.

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