now
This poem has appeared in Granville.
it's eight forty five
near granville and sixty seventh
and the number ten is perpetually late
what is rain
i get on
note the cute girl in the far right corner
rain is saying
love you love you love you
time and again
into her cellphone
on the windows
rain is muffling the light and the
motion and pain
in the midst of dirt
ordered along watery lines
and the little speaker whispers back
but i can't hear