The rain is fickle,
Purring as an older regal cat.
The pillow rumble
Roars discreetly like air conditioning
And tapers to a silky silent
Spent humidity.
You so slight,
Rampaging through my thoughts
Like Gulliver set free
From dental floss constraints.
I stand unsteady
Where you stepped inside the mud,
Unbalanced,
Drowning in the gentle
Rising morning flood.
- 10/5/26
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