aquatic

the rain falls softer here.
not as if it wants to flood the earth;

only to nourish it.
this rain is forgiving;

velour.
church bells chime down the street,

even though it is midnight.
i guess they still have every right to be heard.

rivulets speed down the tar road
desperately trying to find something,

someone,

to replenish.
if i turn away from my window,

i forget it’s raining.
if people turn away from me,

they forget me
too.

 

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