germinating from the ennui, you shake
the quiver from your head
can you weather, or shiver
with outdoor angels
they are in you, above you
that feed, the play
the force
is the same as a chime
waking from its stillness
to trill its voice
as it remembers
yes, the morning
is a cold hard color
slip it on, the earth
will have its noon
with sunflowers
steeped in gray
you’re not of this pillow
take your coal outside
feel the sound
of today’s wet lips
pecking at your skin
dVerse Poetics — Have You Ever Seen the Rain?
