Dear

Raindrops on the window

please stop impersonating me

with your stillness and your going

you are too much like modern punctuation

trying to evaporate so quietly

nobody notices you have died

because of cell phones

and escaped into that reservoir

of nostalgia around which I pretend to jog

but mostly mosey,  the way

mushrooms do and other spongy

things that prefer spongy dreams

on moist lawns faking wine

each morning home

to the disconcerting rest

Moth

attention is nice
but maybe the quietest days
were the best
being slower
watching endless rain
through old windows
it empties my soul
hunting for my glasses
for an hour
gently cursing
these softest distractions
up and down the stairs
over and over
a moth in the night
invisible to myself
and everyone else

Rain

rain
packed up
put away
the roofs
turn off
their microphones

you are very tiny
and decor

also very decorous

and very tiny

as a seahorse
I kept     once

there is a rip
in the fabric
of the sky

let's talk
about that

repetition

through the rain

it moved
an apartment

tea, coffee

sky, selfie

here's one unmoved

looks out

you know

Irish asphalt

it's sad

then the rain ran away