vitaly said, "i hate the rain in the afternoon"
and it held no significance.
the words fell prolific onto his dashboard
where raindrops were but shadows
as i tried to level the sentiment's weight.
i can hear the rain pellets slipping through the sky light
crashing and warping the steps below them.
we haven't minded for months, the warping
or skipping the step in ascension.
we are undisciplined and blithe
and the house speaks sweetly through the night.
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