These myriad drops tapping my jacket soaking my jeans, and the propped dog legs akimbo, shakes from ears to tail progressively. Tying my shoelace, the knot oozes water like a squeezed rag; I remember last night’s moon arcing through gauze the wring of light.
Challenge from Mish at dVerse:
Write a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. Include the word “knot” in some form.