After A Downpour

After
a
careful
downpour,
we’re
left with
the
remainder
of
the
daylight;
soft,
layering
as
she
follows
suit
and gives
meaning
to
the
watch’s
turnover.

We’re
left
with
our hands
expressed,
lines
deepening
in
the skin
folds,
and
dark etches
of
life’s
artwork
crafted
neatly in
perfect
ovals;
underneath
the
pain
of
the day’s
end.

We
leave the
haste
and chase
for
the
deeply rooted
shaded
trees,
leaves
that
fall
at
Autumn’s
pace.

After
a downpour,
we’re
reminded
that
there’s only
one
song
that’s
sung,
and she’s
just
warming
up.

M.C. Davis

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