we wait for friday
just one of many and yet
impatiently, glibly, sinfully
we wish days away
rain today is the gray
muted sound hunched in over-
coats, tires, and sodden leaves
friendly smells of wet dog
I limp the hourglass wearing
away the fluidity of nerves
tear drops of rain run
down window panes
now I watch Hunter
retrieve tennis ball
run green fields day
name it yours
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