Every Raindrop

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Was a war between Digital Ocean Drive And Expressen Riding those bells

And mercurial American We saw Tupperware But made it home In boxes

And little OS The realtime one Worked horses for the lagoon Where my unscented laundry Made half its way Even in January

Nine millimetre boxes Of spaceclear And early leaves of August Beamed at my driveway

Even though I made my own parcels move

For I was a horse And welcomed ridership And Amazon died- Both, actually

For St. Peter Who gently suggested, It’s real.

Jeffery