ferry ride through misting gray
to a new york island poetry fair
portable plastic table altars
adornment of sacred soul scrolls
enshrined by pop up shelters
steady showers
plastic bag rain-coated poets
proclaiming on stages
walking tiptoe among rivulets
scattered umbrellas and drenched ravens
drawing lattices in swoops and footsteps
bowing over altars to cradle books
in carefully dried cold fingers
praising the divinity
of words
with words
hope
money?
poetry, rain or shine