Nimbostratus
And the mobs, the strange bombs
dropping through the night
with women painted on their chests,
the cloud cover, the nimbostratus,
the laughter echoing in a darkened
stairway, the song, the whisper,
the half-whispered password of a stream
swollen underground with rain
-and then the greeting, and then the kiss
from “A Coppery Rain Slashes Through It” - Christian Hawkey
