in the late afternoon
she falls asleep
first
as the rain comes down.
you feel her
heart slow, see
her eyes close. her hand
still in yours,
together
on the long couch below
the window.
you are soon to follow,
but first
you need to listen
to what the rain
is telling you.
Sunday, June 5, 2016
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