imperfections

the rain does
nothing to make things cooler.
we'll talk
about this later,
when night falls.
when we sit on the front steps
and look for a moon
that isn't there.
the stars will be dim,
too close to the city.
something will make the dog
bark, spoiling
the quiet.
things are not always what
you want them to
be.
the imperfections of us,
make that clear.