Nice work.
I love this stanza:
Slant the shades to catch the slight touch of wind
as it passes
Open the door to the deck and the night
So the possums big eyes can witness the droplets shrink and dry
the water from the shower - not hot not cold - now but memory
You can also check my poem here https://steemit.com/poetry/@joebest/e-x-i-t
I thought the last three lines you quoted were the weakest part. I'm genuinely interested in what you loved about them. Maybe I missed something!