Left ear to window
rain falls onto the wicker chair
weathered from days of this
months of this.
Steady drumming meets
violin on the tiny speaker
perched on the porch swing.
No TV tonight.
Only rain to fill the void...
and so effortlessly
succinctly
with each drip
into the glass
that will remain left
outside
throughout the night.
© 2015 d.c.p.
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