~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.