Judee Sill

Well, I got up at five
To go outside and stare at the lawn.
The green looked gray and smooth
While I drank Ceylon

From a mug with a picture
Of a talking sponge

The only color I saw
The mist made my face vibrate
The creaking of the trees
Avoiding an ancient saw

I sat on a wooden table
And felt the water in my clothes
And watched the tea vibrate and shimmer

I held it in my hands
Looking down at a sea
That I held in my hands
My jacket looked like moss

And my hair began to shine
And I looked across the lawn
And declared the rain to be mine
The rain is mine



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Writer(s): Guy Benoit
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