Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Mr. Poison & The Rain

Mr. Poison
is at my desk,
but I digress.
Why should a certain moon
shut off
like a light bulb
and refuse to shine?
Why?
I do not know.
Notice
the small hips of the rain
coming on
like a grey-legged hooker.
“Yes”,
she says,
“Summer will be here soon.”