The rain is long past a redemption
but there is at least a peace to it
on an unseasonably warm night.
There are no baptisms to wash away
the day no erasure. The rain whittles
like the wind whittles away
artifice years of living dryside
in this chamber of the world machine
down to what we are.
Tag Archives: fool’s spring
Day 29, 2023
What then, almost at an end
this month… we’ve had quite
the Fool’s Spring Prelude
our hopes lead toward
talks of the garden