Light notes
a calling card,
lingers in the crevices,
the gaps, this after-song
to water, hope lifted.
white wisps drift, blow freely,
write words out of captivity
in a burst lasting seconds,
brush the sun into distance.
sculpted, zip-suited white,
wings tightly in, grey pants,
keen eye. He is your lookout,
can play the peacock for hours.
patient on the horizon, a note,
a promise that can’t be touched.
Night yearns, locked, drowned out
by this incandescent rain.
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