my father's funeral on a rainy February day

inside the swirl
grief and regret
mixed like green powder shaken
and stirred
suspended particulate
in the liquid
of my memories

outside the rain
wet and cold
dripped like tears welled up
and cried
taking the place of mine
dryness in my numbness
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