High rain chances
as we stalk the sky
with weekly forecasts
(it stays shyly veiled
as it spits
and sputters,
more malfunctioning mist fan
than proper shower)
and the cool outside air
has us spreading wide
our doors
like newspapers
on kindergarten craft day.
the A/C, confused
(but glad for the reprieve),
settles into a newer pattern
of long, soundless nights
unless it stirs awake at midnight
out of habit
to groan at the distant sun-
"Stop flexing
and let me rest."
(A/N: Written in early October of 2018. A little fall, a little summer, all Texas.)
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Crumpled Paper
שיריםCliche title? Maybe. It's just unorganized poems. Doesn't need anything fancier. Mostly very straightforward writes about mundane things. No mushy love poems, no dark broody poems. I write somewhere else so this is mostly gonna be an ease-of-refer...
