almost forgotten

she glides past me like breath
which can only be felt, not touched

to inhale the breeze on our veranda
whooshing raindrops through windows
defying the night’s warmness

almost forgotten, like
my biscuit bowl, empty



(a dedication to the first rain in Nairobi, almost forgotten)

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