The paint-water clouds take their position
against the lighter sky.
The seasons are in discussion again.
Watch it, watch the rain renew the world.
Even the earth has stretch marks and eyebags.
The paint-water clouds open a threshold
sighs and umbrellas.
The rain slips into the city’s heartbeat,
quieting its restless pulse.
The paint-water clouds are my newest interest,
all while I wrestle with my coffee grounds,
tiny islands in a storm of silver drops.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
The paint-water clouds take their position
against the lighter sky.
The seasons are in discussion again.
Watch it, watch the rain renew the world.
Even the earth has stretch marks and eyebags.
The paint-water clouds open a threshold
sighs and umbrellas.
The rain slips into the city’s heartbeat,
quieting its restless pulse.
The paint-water clouds are my newest interest,
all while I wrestle with my coffee grounds,
tiny islands in a storm of silver drops.
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