the consonance of rain that calms
a
convulsive river like how
a warm
hand settles shuddering grief
a form of
translation
the borrowed light of the moon
gives it
its lost look
its one stone face
eyeless sober
fluttering over us
tonight
helicopters
shuttle between the collapsed flow
of the
highway and the hospital
their insipid music drowns the
barking
of a red
fox dying hidden in the cornfield
in the
periodic silences
I hear the plea weaken and cease.
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