~After GDBee’s, “Space Letterman”
  
 Rain runs down trees
 streaking black bark
 with transparency.
  
 Haze holds a pin oak hostage
 while its pale brown leaves—
 leathery stars slick as moon—
 hold assembly 
 above squirrels that scurry
 between roots.
  
 Lilacs float in bunches
 over mossy hills patinaed
 with mud.
  
 Something in me bays
 at stormy sky
 caught between neat rows
 of pear trees
 and the wildness
 of clouds.