the rain has come from the land of rain
filling the air with sheets of torrent and the scent
of tomorrows immaculate breeze.
blackbirds crowd the canopies and caw fables -
in the deluge.
clouds boil overhead; diffuse and gun-barrel grey.
the hum of loose change and lightning hangs
from the roof of a squall. and all the stars
are marching in the dark.
like fruit loops in a Kline Bottle
painted black.

just enough