The sun shines when the rain dance resumes.
Limbs ampersand branches coyly sign “hi” on tidal-waving breezes.
“Hi. How are you? Why do you keep that dog muzzled?….Oh, I see.”
Sometimes, we hold certain truths to be self-evident.
Sometimes we deny them.
Others and selves; same and unsanne.
Obscure, absolve, aquit.
“Atone, louse.” That is not what she said.
Surely.
“I’m a lousy gal, sometimes too,” she actually
Said.
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