Saturday morning, I am in bed
listening to a summer shower, rested and content, but wistful and
wondering if there’s a way to return to a dream of what I wish I’d left behind
but never really was.
The trees wave outside my window and
I pray for you, for shelter from the wetness and what you will confront.
It would be easier if you were nearby, stirring.

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