WHAT FALLS

The rain
if it falls from a
high place falls
                               that rain
growing colder

Dreams inside
sluggishly sensual
that pattering, enclosure
                             perfect darkness
& no hold more

The wind, sensed through
flarings in the fire, doors
slam. Urban man, think of
the roofs lifting
                                 a giant
                                 final hand
                                 to whisper
                                 sharp
                                 the bright end:
                                 that light
                                 going on forever

What can't be excluded
will break around