my reconciliation and more.
a sogged roof.
instant messages, quickening
my decision to call in sick,
my moving forward or sideways;
mouthing up to the raindrops.
there’s a whole lot to swallow.
what remains is obviously
the most important. to find it
somewhere in the bins,
the boxes i’ve yet to unpack.
take everything
simply
as it comes to me.
the cleanest of all
rain showers
cleansing the rooftops,
the sidewalks,
the rusted pipes and the escape ladders.
do i walk out the doorway?
