Let’s dance
holding hands.
The silence trickling in
between us
more telling
than the conversation.
In your eyes
saturated with sadness
I see my loneliness
turned inside out.
Like a prayer on lips
you come to me in tiny words
never as a sacrament
no matter how hard I pray.
TAKING THE RAIN
January 7, 2026
TAKING THE RAIN Dazzling in the dim rain a pariah kite perched as usual on a tall telephone tower, hoists its grey wings like sails
