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POEM: The Space Between Stations

The Space Between Stations

the sound of the rain swells
though the open bedroom window
as if every house on the block
was tuned not to the ballgame
or the fight but to static
the space between stations

deep in the center of me
the rain makes me long for you
the touch of your strongsoft hands
the reassurance of your breathing

as the rain settles to a murmur
I say your name, turn out the light

/ / /

9 May 2024
Charlottesville VA

for you

Published in My poems Poetry


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