Summer went out
like a light,
extinguished.
Rain now pools
on the roof, sounds
of passive movement,
the day cedes
more willingly.
Water splashes up
beneath a passing car, yes,
this city is more beautiful
when damp, saturated,
it carries more weight,
occupies more space.
Yes I booked the flights.
What hell to wait,
sometimes, to inhabit
every hour, each
a different room,
interminable.
Some hearts come
more even-keeled,
don’t yearn
while floating
through a night.
The wind picks up,
rain falls in torrents.
There is an art
to distance,
but I can’t learn it.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Sounds like Washington State right now. Hehe.
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strange, that! 😉
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I think the new gear has engaged, the road ahead is flat, almost no need to press the accelerator …
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Great closing line.
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thank you!
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I long for our first chill, but distance! Difficult to overcome.
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Or tangle with, in general. The rain is wonderful however!
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Oh, yeah!
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Beautiful!
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