There’s no meaning in it whatsoever,
Nothing symbolic hidden in this loss.
A future immutable as the past,
This day here at the last, its tragic cost.
Can you know something which is nevermore,
Something impossible for mortal ken?
No wisdom before or since could unpack
The fact that I’ll never see her again.
Driving slow to swim
Through the quicksand rain in my
Underwater car.
Draw the gray blanket
Over the steaming asphalt,
Let the rain come down.
Wash away the crowds
And pour us a brief reprieve,
You rain-laden clouds.
Thousands of gallons
Rushing down furiously,
All spent in an hour.
The heavens open,
A trillion wet fusiliers
Unload their salvo.
Skying through the rain,
Its flaps hypnotizing me,
An ibis in flight.
Florida’s lesson
For the artist: its storms’ re-
And de-crescendos.
He and I wondered,
Where do the butterflies go
When it rains like this.
