Up in the Trees

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Photo credit: Scott Cain "Rainy BeReal"


On a Monday

When every puddle reveals its filler

Gary and I are waiting

Amid drops on the pavement

With a phone that won’t ring

Where pearls of water will hide me

There are no words

In these reflections, leafless and thrashing

Your absence constrains us

Occasionally flickering among

A delivery that was not Where

Rumblings that shudder

Some job yet to start

We were alone together

When everything goes

Up in the trees

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