The Storm Is Over

But now it’s raining below the greener clouds of trees that were absorbent but only up to a point. And these raindrops strained by treetops should (you would think) be filtered and finer and therefore pure (and not Chinese water torture’s fatter, darker drops that always pick out of all possible bull’s-eyes your bald spot). But these are late, last drops and a little bloated like late, last poems by name your poet.