Condensation on the glass, beading

to run a rivulet down, down

to join raindrops pooled

and shuddering with each added

brother, sister – congregation

gliding along the outer frame.

A hand she places, quick

warmth glowing, growing outwards

and she barks a laugh to not

be able to share in this

liquid display.  Sad;

or mad, no

difference

now.

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