Fickle rumbles
the drip of the pipe outside my window,
the wet sigh of a full bladder.
I cannot tell when it’s raining


But the ground
in the afternoon
remembers moon silent
drizzles


splashes on my heels
the soles of my shoes orange peels.
Rainy fumbles
the walk upon my feet stop
oh, bother — the path upon which my smeek smock
oh smother — the pave upon which I stalk


Drip drop sinks
from the top
of my sock
into the toes where ice stays land locked.
I’m a Lizard --

Fairy.