Rainfights   (ascolto della poesia recitata dall’autore)

May we always argue
and suffer the intervention of rain
and thunder that sends us lightning
into each other. We are
overflowing with things to say.

But we bring up bygones, raise
to scrutiny patterns of action
of painful consequence. May we say
nothing and listen to the greater
argument of rain, to the possibility
of lost roofs and landslides outside.
It will subside, and like mud,
we will survive it all.
The tired sky will shine again.

The gutters will dry up
and we will turn over ourselves,
each holding our private
puddle of pain.