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 … Continue reading Quadrille #124 →