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Rain Melting Snow

Rain, Snow, iPhone

It rains today. What was a scrim of white
unspools to fraying sequins, silver thread,
as browning fields bring softness to the eye,

and rumpled folds of brush and weed deny
the brambles that should later stalk my tread.
It rains today. What is a scrim of white–

the screen that fixates, all two inches wide–
like a stalker, strictly ties me to my bed–
though browning fields bring softness to my eye

as they sneak in from windowed world outside,
trying to prise digitalia from fogged head–
It rains today; what was a scrim of white

white snow (white noise within), lies
now as clear as any water over mud,
while browning fields bring softness to my eye,

since battery dying (at last). I sigh,
rebooting my own spark, my drive, and shred
the reins for today–that scrim of white–
as brown-out brings felt softness to my eye.

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Here’s another revised villanelle posted for dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar challenge, hosted by Charles Miller alias Chazinator, to write about “technology.”

Check out my books,  all!  1 Mississippi (children’s counting book with elephants), Going on Somewhere, poetry, and Nose Dive, escapist fun.