i promised my mom i'd rescue the cushions
from our covered porch.
but instead i curled up
i mean i am curled up
watching the the birth of a storm, announced:
layers of water
landing on the pond, the yard
darting through the drainpipe
dripping off the birches
and thunder keeping time
i risked it all ending without me
to make some english breakfast tea
and now this.
this. is perfect.
a couple chipmunks taking cover near me,
watching wearily
and seven sparrows playing out on the grass
some petals fall down
because they are delicate
and the rain is heavy.
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