two poems for sunday

alone in the rain

encumbered by umbrellas walking
the ricey sidewalk of another’s matrimony
what is said of the sky?
once written in concrete by children
before stars had their start in the
swirl of heaven has it been so long
alone? the loneliness that follows
behind like a pet she
knows a pet
is an immense responsibility

sunday morning

darkness drew gravely on its last cigarette
looking down at its shoes the
way it will at closing time darkness
looking for a date &
all of the girls thinking it’s
too old a thing for me darkness
watching dawn from a bridge a
sad look, if you could see its eyes
watching angels diving like
rockets toward the iron core of the planet
combusting creatures obsolete
upon delivery


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