rain glass

this morning

i stuck my hand

out in the rain; to

catch onto glass beads

that wander below the

pouring sky. my fingers

danced in feeble gestures;

motions both rapid and

desperate, as i sought

after this regime of

child’s play – in hope

of another life; rising

up and with my own.

 

 

 

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