Sunday, October 9, 2016

What's Left Of A Hurricane

Slept with the slider open
crickets faded into rain
rain sound kept me sleeping
alone, I make relationships
with things like the sound of crickets and rain
like you did as a beautiful child
with that bird sleeping in your hair.

It's not bad living this way
until, waking, my mind remembers
and makes the comparison.

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