Rainy Spades Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The penumbra found him on a rain day,
And they sat together playing cards;
The brightest moonlight hung over them
Like a roof the rain snuck through,
As the lamps slipped into the blotted swamp;
Here the orchids had died in inky jest,
And the bump on the log barked at the cat fish-
The red hollies bent down to drink,
And their poison was plucked by suicidal gold fish.
When the alligator just smiled like a
Statue down at the bottom step,
And the earth continued its weeping like
A scorned teenager on the verge of seventeen;
The card game continued playing,
Though now even the Aces were soaked through
And ripped.