by C.E.Chaffin The sky is plum-dark, violet against the black-forked elms. It’s raining. Eyes wide I imagine stars, see only afterflashes. Some faint light leaks through this inky night but won't be pinned in silver. Don't bother to look for Venus. Last night Mars was clear as a cigarette and she laughed. The rain has quit. I hear the tap, tap of water on brittle leaf-tents. Tonight she said, weeping, "You don't have to stay up with me." She says “have to” too much, why I'm taking this walk.
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