Rain thoughts in April | Reflected in puddles after a sudden storm, the August sun | A boat’s wake settles | Cars shear through standing pools of water | The space of passing time is elided | The present asserts its magical world, perpetually convincing us to obey | its quietest orders

After all of these things, and none of them | the months elapse, the street | melts back into the street again

What you see before you now | has been magically asserted | Forever at the salience of the moment | your hand upon an open door, you never notice | the silence at the back of the words | or the shadow | at the back of the mirror

Rain thoughts in April…

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from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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