Rarishy Poems

Sun shine
ing through
window frame
window pane
warming grey
ing fur
dancing about and
summoning forth
lucidity,
eyelids to
wake.

the clouds have parted
the fog,
the sweet smell
the sweet smell
ing fog has
parted
has
given way to a clarity.
an empty
clarity.

it's morn
ing now.
there's an
in
dentation
in the sheet
where you
once were
but
are no longer.

an empty,
empty
clarity:

i'll still be fine