rainy sunset


daylight smuggles

a few more minutes

before the setting sun. birds settle

their final quarrels

as night whispers

hello. the patter

of rain, a fickle lover, leaves

one for the other.


I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison. 

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