It Is Raining
Let it rain. I relax on his lips.
I am flexible--look at my fingers,
They are nimble enough to play music.
Let this man utter his intended destination.
I depart from his lips.
I know he will set off quickly,
But how to get from the left to right ventricle?
Not enough time to spend with the sick font I am visiting
Who is skin and bone.
Long ago I was on the road. Tearful reproaches are relatively potent.
Let it rain, now! Restrain,
Though the clothes I wear touch my body, a thick mist
Separates me from the fabric.
New Haven April 10,1997