it must of rained
last night.
but we didn't hear
it fall.
the cushions are wet,
the cloth of
blue is dark blue.
the deck has the shine
of water.
but the sky is clear.
if a storm
passed through, we
didn't know, we were
sound asleep, lost
in dream,
we didn't hear. so much
of life
happens that way.
Sunday, June 23, 2019
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