Rain gently on the window,
panes of clear glass
water droplets form and run,
she watches;
painless tears from unfeeling clouds
drifted through sooted air,
blown past unknowing eyes
unaware minds beneath rainhats and umbrellas;
wondering if the care of wet shoes
might be hers.
Longing was as it began,
needs
uneven footing for a path,
compromised from the start
to following
wishing for a direction;
giving was not enough
being was too little, happiness
was an uncorked bottle
and air and time, thirsty lips
strange hands; all draining life away;
and rain can be a time when thoughts
fall like droplets gathered on a pane
and breath makes a place to see
there is nothing else to say…
as she watches.
Honorable winner
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