Very sad, Having to Come out of nowhere, The rain We've been waiting for Is waiting too. Trees, By now, Have had enough daylight. They'd like, Please, To sleep it off. If nothing Else, nothing Else. Behind our backs Things mean themselves. Violins crack From wanting to exist. It's hard, getting a word in. I'm waiting To arrive inside my clothes, If nothing else, Willing To be (having to Come out of nowhere) Very sad. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org |