A poem by Ian Randall Wilson (poetry, ‘02; fiction ’16) appears in Live Nude Poems.

 

Unsleeping

A cloud passes overhead
bringing 30 seconds
of exceptional rain.
Not enough to raise
the failing reservoirs
more than an eighth of an inch.

The cat prowls
the hallway’s outer borders
looking for some
kind of prey.

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