dry laundry-
the fish-pattern towel
still damp
hot evening -
his breath
the only breeze
a ladybug
on my red blouse --
almost invisible
wild wind -
my palms too small
to hold the falling leaves
braking the bus
brings me closer
to a stranger
wet street -
careful steps
over lit windows
church stairs --
in the bottle of a beggar
morning light
after the quarrel
the sound of rain fills
the emptiness between us
autumn forest --
step by step
whisper by whisper
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