Staid, brush fire dry, coat jacket sweat

The doors and windows are open

But the air does not move

Outside cool

Fresh trickles of delight

Dance in the lungs and on the eyes

There is no collaboration

From the outside spring shower

To the closed in parched swallow

                                      Neither is set to change          

Neither has reason or leverage

Neither will benefit

Two environments only one step away

Each the cure to the other

Each forever apart

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