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| Lack of Rain The mirror reminds the seconds past, but not yesterday. Fans absorb quiet in the hall to the window and below where I huddle in a growing chair of despair, without some version of you there, when we first held hands and I learned the flavor of cherry chapstick on more tender lips, our legs and torsos becoming dangerously entangled. Too old to reawaken youth, I smile at the couple strolling our lane, past my window to the park. They don't know these trees will lose leaves, not like experience has taught one who can't recall the sapling but appreciates bloomed shade, hiding a sun glaring that wants to know why don't you play like the boy? I would weep but I'm dry and ashamed, as I gaze out the summer window, no longer worry about the foreboding fall, but the lack of rain's deliverance. 6.9.21 |
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