the rain would fall and the reason was the sun,
it had too many days yellow;  and the blue
was false without
the grey....
more troubadour than tranquil
spinning yarns about yesterday's placid sky
when all the while
inside the denizens of broke hope
there swirled an infinite night
in midday... a troublesome void
nestled in the cul-de-sac
of actual people...
and the lie chose over them
so the rain fell upon them
to be with
them.