heading to rest
soft, nest
tired body
content mind
as i look outside
the mist presses
my window pane
red light smears
itself across
the floating water blanket
that is the lima skyline
i could write a novel
on the window pane dew
going from flat to flat
an entire saga
would be welcomed
by the persistent precipitation
peacefully enveloping
glass surfaces
from this block
to the next.
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