Liberated

She didn’t notice her umbrella was broken.

He strutted nude in the dark.

 

It seems she was someone else

when there was an interminable fracas.

He tried repeatedly to recreate the rhythm

of things falling apart; it made her smile.

Neither smiled when they kissed.

 

He didn’t mention the coming rain.

She shimmied as the wind changed.

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