a snare drum cadence of rain falls
on the gutters of our dwelling in
the early morning of the fall day,
giving rise to a wetter day than
was first anticipated last night
when discussing tomorrow and
the promises we wanted to keep
in lieu of our family disputes;
in the realms of our travels, we
find it easier to communicate
our loses rather than our gains,
exploring options that rule us
out of the competition we have
waged for decades between us;
rain simplifies the old game of
mistrust and deceit that exists
between us as if we were never
siblings at all when given life.
24 October 2020
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