Sonny Rainshine Poems

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191.
Crows In Rain

Can it be that there are a hundred gradients
of gray? that water and the residue of the sun
transform the red of brick storefronts to gray-red,
the green of the ash trees to a wash of ash?
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192.
Imprints

As her life became simpler,
skeletal, like a stripped-down car,
she began to crave minutiae—
the pollen on the flower, not the bloom,
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193.
These Days Are Those Days

Every generation thinks it’s the best
and thinks it’s the worst;
we think in superlatives and comparatives
and who will be first.
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194.
Constance's Tree

You’re always dropping things—
friends, lovers, world view—
just as in November deciduous trees
reduce their sap and strew
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195.
Jewel In The Ashes

His spirit lay cracked,
fissured like the branched webwork
on an antique vase, still viable,
but flawed.
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196.
Knowing That I Don'T Know

Everything is circuitous,
coiled or coiling like a snake,
spiraling, spinning,
whirling in my mind.
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197.
Blumen-Sprache

Can I love them for what they were,
after the wind, once their friend,
has incised their delicate necks,
like an ethereal Nosferatu, famished
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198.
Bathing In Beauty

Cornflowers and asters in fragrant meadows,
where a goat with a goatee poses and a dappled cow lows,
please me more than English gardens and potted ferns
and pink hibiscus in mock Grecian urns.
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199.
That Word

Definitions are dangerous—
sinuous loops within loops,
mulligan soups,
tenuous.
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200.
Unsetting The Unsettling Sun

Not unlike the constancy of the sun,
always descending in its assigned place,
a little north, a little south,
depending on the season,
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