A Knocking

I heard a knocking shutter
in the night.
I reached into rain
to fasten it.

We sat alone at the bar
drenched.

I dried my arms, my face.
Thunder was moving off.
It was 10pm.

It was midnight.
Even the streets were empty.

I got back in bed for the
night.

We slept it off in the car. The
sound of rain hammering.
Drove thirty miles into
countryside on fumes when
we were us and ours.

 

 

 

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