Under a Dry Moon “Wall”

I’ll wait a little longer in shadows

and warm summer rain

for one who promised to meet me here again

and whisper in silence

before I return to sleep

let the water seep

within these empty rooms

and stain the boarded floors

the child will touch what she wants

with fingers smaller than my own

that fit into cracks and holes

and curl around things she will put in her mouth.

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