I rise to shut the window but dawn won't let me go back to dreaming, so I watch rain falling on the lawn, and your breath is softly syncopated.
The air is soft, too, soft as the skin that crafts your ears and delicate as something you might say when
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A Canticle for Canis
written byMeyer Bruce
© Meyer Bruce
