tonight the moon is void of course
and so am i
i'm a mottled crow living in a bell tower
messaging in the shadows
alive in the hollows
"in a dark time
the eye begins to see" Rothke wrote
...i'm telegraphing my existence
translating oneself here is difficult enough
your looking at me
but you don't see me
your listening
but you don't hear me
i'm being confused for poetry again
who is being played here
like a paper kite in the rain?
the rain has its own specific gravity
its own measure


not by sun,but by rain
down we go
down.