Jack Gilbert: Rain

29 October 2019

Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.

I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains
Joy has been a habit.
This rain.

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