"Rainy Day."
Outside, nothing moves, only the rain nailing the house up
like a coffin.
Remember in childhood when it rained,
then the whole world sailed down the alley.
Leaves, paper, old shoes, the buildings,
everything like a circus going to sea.
Now, the rain, the iron rain with its little keys
is closing all the doors and I think we're all dead.
See how the sky sits like a tombstone on the roofs.