Sol Rui After Mini 〈UHD〉

Sun reaches through the wet branches, touches the table, the cup, the dried ring where coffee sat.

The small rain stops. Not even a whisper left on the glass. sol rui after mini

This is the after: the mini grief, the tiny clearing, the warmth that doesn’t ask to be named. Sun reaches through the wet branches, touches the

Sol rui — light rules the leftover water. Sun reaches through the wet branches