Mostly afraid the rain will stop,
spattering on pavement and irregular bricks,
wind flourishing through wet leaves,
taking its time, coming in time,
hollow pounding on garbage cans.
I hang on random drips
echoing in corners of the side yard,
longing for its everlasting.
Poems from in between 
4 responses to “My window at night, viii”
My favorite lines are really all of them, but most especially 1 & 6. I love the rhythm and repetition in line 4, too.
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inspiring!
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Thank you!
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