Tuesday, May 31, 2011


my knee resting against yours
I studied your profile as you spoke
and stared at the honeysuckles
when my own voice rasped in response

a few nights before I marveled from my window
as the rain beat down the grass into the earth
but the small white flowers that decorated the lawn
were still, unmoved

and I remembered the night when we stood there
in my courtyard
listening to sirens
while the rain passed through us

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