send a little rain

summer outside my window bleeds lazy
I stretch at it like a cat, blow at mid-morn
and dust settles like the leftover wishes
from a dandelion rainshower--- flying

but the thunder has been empty for days
and hopes shrivel up in the musty road that
glitters, suffused with quiet and mica pieces
that spread and catch the sun's struggling rays

summer outside my window bleeds lazy
I will be fifteen forever; the absent wind
explains endings, breaths that I wait for,
elbow against empty impassive glass