shine of sun
on hold for now
the light that takes its time
trickling through the skylight
grey and slate-blue
the unsyncopated array
of droplets falling from
the soaked black awning
bathes my heart in somber solace
and I am fine with this afternoon
gloomy as it is, a welcome friend
a cold soda to pull on
and yet, in the very depth
of inner and outer worlds
it rains
Friday, February 23, 2018
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