After A Week Of Rain

lies awake at a dark hour
hears a hushed incessance

falling on trees
falling in the street

hears below the window
muffled voices
conducting an exchange, inchoate

woven into the falling –

an unseen pair becoming

people of the rain
voices of the rain discussing secrets –

her breathing low beside him
there are seas that cannot speak this

how this river of exquisite words
could eradicate all his books
if he could contain it

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