Black Rain

Or, is that what I just did?
Nuclear fallout, in the form of precipitation,
Black rain is not a heart that speaks in wounds.
Followed the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Black rain is not a puerile love song.
The survivors called it Black Rain.
Or, is that what I just did?

Katryna

the Burberry perfume

held tight by sheets of cloud

is washed away by months of precipitation

as cherry blossoms fall slowly

in the melancholy of spring

this morning

I wake in tobacco sunlight
with the stained teeth of an old man
and hands the color of pennies

Stigma

flowers wilt
as stems intertwine