interference of light
on the perfect pattern
and you become real
or so it seems
a hologram, intensity as
the storm outside stages
your image in the rain,
lighthearted and exuberant
you stomp in puddles with
rain boots and giggles
as I watch from my patient
seat, a spectator
you are lovely, elusively
I call out for you but your
silence flows like curves
in a cycloramic dream-state
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