Though I’d Rather

I could leap about the room howling,
spinning into storms of exuberance,

a hurricane laughing. Though I’d rather
remind you “It’s raining,” just outside

our window, a light dew on the lawn
like tears. Softly. Gently. Cool nourishment

invisible like breathing. You. Safe, out
on a limb, in a nest, curled in my arms.

The rain constant as the love you keep,
as the love you keep despite leaving.

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