Thunder rumbling for a while, rain watching,
garden below my windows, this summer night.
Good words among thoughts for best order,
it needn't an understanding required.
What do we get meanwhile? Or maybe
moments only it will be.
It returns to the meanings poetic,
deliberately, and it knows of all the ways.
Now, my gaze has from the passing of rain
soundlessly disappeared in this poem.
May 21, 2021
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