Joy Ride

moist transparence;
heat dissolves fog
letting life leak in
while you seek out

pebbled beads
trailing wet,
two drops morph into one

the never-ending flow
of one joining another,

breeze flows through the cracks
in our space,
knotting loose tendrils
around hinged joints

a glance reveals,
your arm on the frame.
rest your eyes
as we ride —
through the storm.

Originally featured in The Creative Cafe, a Medium publication

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