Evaporation
Rain into a tea cup
lapping at the lip
clearing the last grasp of
the spun brim
ceaseless milky blue line
humming below
the bulge of flawless skin
bending light
sifted down through rent
bellies of clouds
tender lens pressed into the
palm poised
lightly on our shoulders
biding time until
we shrug ourselves free in
feint rising plumes.
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