As I took off
my clothes, I
watched him taking
his own off. The sound
of rain was for
once not the sound
of wind shaking
the rain steadily loose
from a stand
of river birch. It’s hard
to believe in them,
the beautiful colors
of extinction; but
these are the colors.
Source: Poetry (November 2022)
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