Suddenly , This Rain

“Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.

I have been easy with trees

Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.

This rain.”
Jack Gilbert

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