The Weight of Rain

_ Where?
_ What?
_ Why?
_ Who?
_ Where. You speak of things never to be known.
_ Like what?
_ Yes, like what. We must rest.
_ Rest... you gotta rest.
_ The it’s back at it, to it...
_ It.
_ Go get ‘em.
_ Not while I’m listening.
_ That’s like resting.
_ Yes, only completely different.
_ Not in service... like a taxicab.
_ In service... like a bodhisattva.
_ Inhale serving exhale.
_ Fuck all in between.
_ Nothing.
_ Nada.
_ Chai?
_ Madam labors under the weight of the rain; bones fragile; safe to sail away. Twig tea.
_ Eddying.
_ Effortless.


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     ... I wear earrings - one is Irish; the other is everything else including.

     ... Rain running, grimacing under its weight; she was over-dressed for one running in the rain.

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