Water Music

The rain comes in
in starts and fits,
working up the spirit
for a storm
and then, losing all its
guesses, settles down,
resigned to “I don’t know,”
to pings and drips,
as night processes
like the moon,
shining down dull,
lit streets of sea,
until the liquid tune
up high slips
into the swells of deep
monotones below,
and finally
into sleep.

July 11th, 2022, 5:02 a.m.
Kaiholu

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