it raineth

it raineth

anyone could
see the rain’s
set in
‘the rain it
raineth everyday’*
in for the long
haul down ridge
and range on
paddock and muddy
track the low clouds
kapok coming undone
the rain falling on
bowsprit and cockpit
jacketed slick under
canvas moored boats
unresting spreading oil
and lamp-lit shine
on asphalt mist in
the eye and ear
unhearing things
‘the rain it raineth
everyday’ falling
to the end on
glass in split
and twisted
shapes of
sky as if
there were
nowhere else
to fall to fly
to in such
haste or
glide than
here.

September 2013
*the closing song from Shakespeare’s ‘Twelfth Night’.

 

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