A distant rain wafts with the afternoon trades turning Sarah's image into visions of color and form, spark and sound.
I'll wait a moment... until I can walk again.
Cars pass on the city streets below and discharge particles of toxicity into the pours of the walls and street, into skin of everyone within earshot.
I won't listen.
I'll remain as I am, on balcony above...
with eyes closed,
with face relaxed,
with hands at ease in my lap,
with thoughts of home, Sarah and me.
with untethered boat adrift from dock,
With Leopold The Insane negotiating front door lock.
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