The sound of raindrops
landing on my dry windshield
followed by the sight
of feathers on the river.
Morning spent with an
unruly, annoying child
that was hurting but
could not explain it to me.
The afternoon drag –
both a herald and a tease
for I was in pain
and I knew it would worsen
before I could find my rest.

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