/early august./

7-o'clock rain
(it's been cloudy
since 2 or so)
seen through
panes
to my right
and a halogen
muted yellow
by a shade.
the adjective
"safe"
but what's
so beautiful of
something
seen-through?
if muted reflections
crashed through,
would either side
antagonize?
each pane is chapter
written by frame
read by light
and dark.
it's 9 now, time
for the soaking
walker and i
to become
eachother.