rain was forecasted
it came
empty beer bottles
line the banister of my balcony
cigarette butts are swimming
in the restless water in my
ashtray
even though i’ve sought shelter
under the balcony above
i am soaking wet
smoking yet another cigarette
opening another beer
although i am already half past
drunk
my elbow hurts from pushing
myself
on the weights earlier
inside, past the sliding glass
door
the place is spotless
sheets washed
in anticipation
of a hope that never
materialized
the scented candle i lit
has long since extinguished
but its aroma is still trapped
in solitary confinement
a contractor just got in his
truck
started the engine
morning must be on its way
i bow my head and pray,
“all things that are
will one day decay”
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