Back kitchen
the busy cook
quite out of humor
evening rain
Poems on the topic: rain
Poems on the topic “rain” on Poets.by.
Assignations
we met nightly
in that church red with need
to free our hands of death
building only to go bust
holding on
blessed as a swan in the palace
our last words washed out
with the rain
No change
New Year’s
drinking interrupted
by rain again
Future-proofing
passionate as a river
empty of boats
holding a wine glass for rain
and a napkin for ink
I made an end of my letters
and died in her bed
Different
among so many people
I cannot do without
people of different discourse to hear
as rain and wind
my lodgings open to the light
and the black land
Solo
while I tried to compose a duo
in a rain-drunk land
who could it be singing
with so much pleasure
to herself
Farm workers
out on the farm we see
the weight of the present
take pains to deserve
a bit of rain
green as the sea
having spent hours killing
In a time of plague
hard rain and wind
against the plague house
I walk in so merry a company
I may die with laughing
Replete
full of myself
is how we all are
how a boy that died
being dried in an oven
lies there entire in a box
how the king is quite out of ink
and weary of everything
how rain put me
into my good night
Part of the solution
After weeks of drought,
rain falling in the night
smells so fresh:
wet leaves & ozone
& the soil coming to life.
I keep going outside
to pee off the porch.
Work song
business comes expressed
as opportunity
so that the sum is
no more than the sun dressed
in field dust
laid by a little rain
Wet
a full bus
I could be incognito
for the rain
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