Ashes, Ashes: We All Fall Down

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Rain,
💧clinging in unevenly distributed
droplets,
speckle against the old window pane.
💧Patiently    
allowing gravity to guide them,
one to another, 💧
eventually forming
a miniature network of flowing rivers
💧and reticular streams,
all heading to the same destination:
opposite from which they came.
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The wind,
only just loud enough to hear,
💧as soft as the humm
of a mother shh-ing
her infant off to sleep.💧

A steady, distant train
passes by
in predictive rhythm that echos,
"one-two, one-two, one-two...."
over and over
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until I am unsure
if I truly hear
the lingering softness
of the steady tune,
or if my imagination
is playing tricks on me.💧
Chooooooooo
💧A final goodbye
is heard in the wind,
as the train follows the only path
it is allowed to take,
💧A horn
reminiscent to
the call of a lonely whale,
lost deep in the artic sea 💧
missing a loved one
far, far away.
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Green trees,
with individual new spring leaves,
appear decorated in sparkling glitter💧
with each
easy-to-miss,
💧tiny,  
playful
flick, 💧    
from
💧random, subtle, offbeat
descending drips.
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Dampened branches
provide the base of a shelter
for mockingbird to sing
"Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter",💧
much faster than the real thing.
💧His silhouette barely visible
under this backdrop
of another ocean-like sunset sky.
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Colors of the world are deeming
incrementally before my eyes, 💧
as the wise old clock
💧checks another second off the list  
for my ears to hear.
 
One more day slips away,    
as gently as it came.
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