chance of rain
bread toasting
teapot on stovetop
old transistor radio
playing a little dylan
they sit across
from one another
each waiting for the other
to break their silence
without bob singing
blowin’ in the wind
stillness would reign
until the toast pops up
and teapot whistles
april two thousand twenty-five
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You paint a vivid, if sad, picture with this.
Thanks for your comment, Chris.