Coded messages

Ina

The Morse signals of the windless rain
Hammering all Summer night,
Stars flickering with charcoal intervals,
Or the rhythm of two drastic woodpeckers,
The rings in water when a stone is thrown,
The humming bees’ buzzing between showers:
I could pretend the messages they send are ours,
Their code only known to you and me.

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