Tuesday, June 3, 2014

On the Twentieth Straight Midnight of Rain

I stare out our window to the rhythm
of your not knowing I’m awake again.
I press my cheek against the damp

glass and watch my breath turn nimbus.
Raindrops fall through the white fuzz
of the streetlight as I squint to remember

there was a time when I did not know you,
did not spend every sleepless night
comforted by the sound of your dreams.

Blue Earth Review - Spring 2014

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