RAIN

RAIN

I understand rain
the lightening
the knotted melt
of fabric around;
that anger which shakes
everything side to side
a rag in a growling mouth
within a storm

...without an eye.

I can hear those silhouettes
creeping through the park
hissing, popping, skipping
to gunshot beats
in the dark; with fuses
burning mute

...but they pass.

Surreal and bitter
sorrow and bile congealed
a palate of cries tipped
from the sky to open
flowers below

...greening the meadows.