Noted this morning
Every few seconds
A drop of water falls
From the corner of
The roof my heaven
Distilled from the cold
Night meeting the sun-
Warmed air I suppose
Since there's been no rain
A few clear drops falling
But not so fast I can't
Catch my own true likeness
There for a moment enclosed
Staring back at me
Holding the sun as it falls
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