Water seals the cracks
in our driveway pavement.
The neighborhood sure has slipped.
Nature gets jittery when wet,
this storm its latest stimulant.
Rain forms scabs on the planks of our deck,
butterfly wings and petals too wet to spread,
and I am left to guess
what that sort of saturation feels like–
to, in an instant, have all thirsts quenched.
Windshield wiper rips another droplet,
which falls and breaks its hip.
Ecstasy and misery,
that's what the rain drips.
©2024 | K. Hartless
Cover Art: “Low Road” by Gregory Theilker





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