after the storm
gates thrown open
to insects
flying about
bumping into
the street lamp
monsoon rain droplets
illuminated by
mute white
as they rest
serene
on hanging wires
telephone
electric
various
and many
the scene outside
my window
is frozen
exhausted
unable to move
any more
no more
brightness
facing me
hurts eyes
and is reduced
a little bug
blown off
as it tracks
new paths
new life
mollycoddling
and melancholy
I like this one. It bleeds familiarity.
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