The Reticent Rain

As I was taking in the sense of familiar

the killing  pride

a funeral pyre

in memorial

Its burning

churning

 

ashes commenced

growing colder

ebbing  warmer

a mishmash of

another time

 

Inside the heart aperture

there was one bloom

stretching outward

squeezing in every last bit of the sun’s love

however miniscule deemed

 

Wherein existed just enough to keep the muscles from contracting

in the reticent rain

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