Rain
The stars have lost their point,
Their purpose and their powers,
The time is out of joint,
We are expecting showers.
I look up at the sky,
Some droplets fall on me.
I see a plane pass by.
Planes aren’t much company.
Just people going places.
Just where we cannot say:
The taillights—all their traces—
The rain has washed away.
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