Number nine—number nine

the rain comes in a drizzle
soft—frayed—a lace-like dew of grey
in the feathery flowers
drops of water shine

there is no sun but the soft wetness
comforts my ballooning emotions
spiraling sailing bounding

my voice lost in the rain an echo-less muffle
my way a vision in a dream from long ago


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